City Kitsch

There’s a fire in my heart. It burns with passion for adventure. I rev up my bike and go where the road takes me. Usually to my mother’s place. Well, I know that’s not exactly a searing drama, but…

The road home is journey of amazing mental detours. I remember the whole area when it was basically a country road. There was a small forest of trees where a McDonald’s drive thru now stands.

I may have gone there in a moment of adolescent loneliness and confusion. To plot my revenge on the adult world. Even though I was never a disruptor.

My mom says that, less than 5 decades ago horses roamed where there are humongous skyscrapers now. I have an idea for a picture: a tribe of wild horses galloping through the city.

I love its kitschy appeal. The idea of free, windswept creatures, owning a normally claustrophobic space, gives me hope.

I also like the idea of rats taking an airplane. And ordering vegetarian.