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I just received a book called “Disassembled Detroit in the mail the other day”. I ordered it months ago, and quite frankly, I forgot it was coming. Upon opening the package I was once again haunted by what lay in my hands. Images of an unmistakably and utterly devastated city, once burgeoning-now nearly abandoned.  A city left hanging silently over a path on which no step was taken. A city which someday may be restored, the clocks may be set back, the walls may be rebuilt, and the city may flourish again….only time will tell.

Exactly a year ago I wrote this after being profoundly and soberly awakened to the tragedy that is Detroit.

May I share it with you again:

“Somewhere in America

pride had transcended poverty then it lost its lead

snow clothed houses had shed its winter coat as the seasons changed

laughter lived on a doorstep, and rarely went to sleep

the wind whispered with no one to hear it

walls remember countless stories.

Somewhere in America

the curtains of life went missing

a parade of perception became apparent

lust has lost its luster, but beauty will never be forgotten.”

All photos courtesy of Andrew Moore.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

I BRAVED THE MORNING COMMUTERS, THE LIGHT OF DAWN, AND THE FEAR OF FEAR ITSELF AND ESCAPED TO MEXICO FOR SEVERAL DAYS. HERE ARE A FEW SHOTS OF THE SOJOURN.