Everywhere I Go Comments

Everywhere I go I find in the eyes of men the same confused hope: Fitting a piece of the Great Habit into their deepest dreams and sneak out of the party to go change channels in some quiet room where the golden cup won at the Silent Desperation Pigeon Shooting Games has runneth over.

I meet my fellow men in airports, hotel bars and jazz joints of every city I visit, after I leave the camera bag at the register, after I shave, after I look at the place through the windows for a while, after the restaurants are closed...
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