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We went to the beach in town, walking around city, city blocks, congested with small businesses with colorful posters advertising what was happening. Four of us, I could see fear in three sets of eyes- in my own eyes sans mirror/ facing self it might have been easier, dark cloud behind the coast populated street like no other city my young eyes have seen before, pulse of street in 3/4 i'm sitting in 2/2, cause my heart's beating so fast- what is this world, and for that matter, and more absurd, what is my world- a man on the sea, son balancing on his head, daughter clinging on son's back, one or two coins thrown in cup every fifteen minutes or so, doing acrobats actors would pay too much to learn, then talk about their diverse background. t.i.a. there's a light in the corner, her and i by the water, her friend is crazy, waves crashing on a river, off somewhere, group of people with erased visages, frames of her, smiling with jumping eyes- we can talk about it and see it all we want (poverty), but life is an probably always will be outside this picture, I pick up the magazine with the article about this life on these city blocks, but a la fin, il n'est pas pareil. and i could write about, and try to show everybody in my magazine-buying life what it's all about, that raw real, women screaming to nobody legs outstretched to nobody, kids hustling with whiteface (kids with shoes walking by unaffected), surfers in the sea, thousands of miles and trains and elevators with special keys away, this africa, je ne peux pas exprimer, c'est dehors de moi-meme. she bites her thumb, hair flying, new cell phone ringing new tune in morning. every single person i see. spot next great tragedy.