idée fixe, infatuation, mania, phobia, preoccupation, ruling passion, thing
I’m afraid the vista spreads crane’s wings,
and running on the ground they can see what stays.
Wanted meal, insects, worms and nymphs, and fresh drinking water, they are neck in neck.
I see traffic, the car can not push any further.
Contamination and driver, lust and greed and speed.
Possibly overdue, the reminder came in a form of a popup on my Flickr page. I am a member of Sutro Tower Group with 7 photos, yet I have no blog post about the abomination.
Product of the Cold War, the transmitter was designed to block Soviet radio signals from reaching San Francisco. We used to huddle under the blanket, listening to the crystal receiver with North Korean propaganda. One had to constantly twist the dial to stay with the elusive, harmonizing frequency.
Or, as Michael Chabon puts it in Telegraph Avenue: “…, the iron giant jubilating up there on Twin Peaks.”