Poetry and voice mail, together at last.
Verse by Voice.
"There is something about nighttime in the jungle of the urban landscape that reaches into the primitive part of the brain. We interpret the night differently. The ordinary is transformed. Our senses are more acute. There is a touch of danger but also a heightened loneliness. Because of the surrounding darkness, light dances and hits our eyes more intensely. Colors are more saturated. If the street is deserted, you can hear the hum of the neon, the echo on the sidewalks." Chicago Night Series by Steve Connell. -dw.08.21.14 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.