an eye in one language is an ear in another

Skyscrapers seen through binoculars transform into the cloud of sounds of people working, of machines clicking

The storefront no longer a waiting space in rainy days, instead waves of footsteps drown the entrance

Big black gumboots waddle through the muddy waters, leaving no trace of the slimy sexy skin of the boots

Beyond the difference stands a needle thick eloquence of apathy that streams in our windows – all eyes and ears wide open