urban tranquility

I was sitting in the park last night enjoying the breeze of the North-American summer, eating peanut butter and raisins.

Urban tranquillity.

And then all of a sudden there were big black rats running all over the place.

That, I'm sure, is New York at it's best. Plus the stinking piles of trash. And dog turds on the curb.

Why do we crucify ourselves everyday?
I crucify myself,
I crucify myself every day.
tori amos