End of T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." The noise - visual, auditory, sensory, from all directions and origins - is so intense, our inner voice is drowing in a sea of distractions.Times Square, New York
July 2006
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
"...till human voices wake us, and we drown."
End of T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." The noise - visual, auditory, sensory, from all directions and origins - is so intense, our inner voice is drowing in a sea of distractions.Times Square, New York
July 2006
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You THINK they are examination tables, but they are something else entirely. Perhaps someone from the right profession will identify them for us. I shot the picture as part of a location scout for a video shoot. I found them creepy also.
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