Mar 30, 2004


My unseeing eyes and my wandering mind came into a sharp focus at the site of a butcher curing meat on the pavement. In just a moment before I shot past, the scene unfolded with extreme clarity. He was holding the tail of what I could only presume to be a dead cow and the belly of the animal - the carcass lay exposed. I wondered abstractedly about the lack of hygiene and then was promptly bothered about my own desensitization.

March 30, 2004