flashback

a meeting in the port tells me old friends are now: running service stations, managing 5-star hotels, defrauding banks, in mental hospitals, middle aged.

i see within myself alternative lives hiding in the corners unfolding in imagined landscapes. in one i am a famous architect, in another a lonely alcoholic, in yet another mother of boys and girls now in high school, owner of a seedy bar, married to a drug dealer, elephant hunter, snake charmer, school teacher, housewife extraordinnaire, kung-fu fighter, cabaret singer, international secret agent...... long distance runner.