I take pretty much the same walk every day, but every day the walk is different. Cars move. Signs are put up. Graffiti appears and then it is washed away. I see the man with the pug. I hear the two women talking in accented English. I see new blossoms, new landscaping, new construction, new destruction. Or I don't. Repetition and revision. Jazz every day.
Seen May 10, 2012 on Menlo Place, Berkeley, California.
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