Pome: What Age Do We Become Lost???
And when do we find ourselves again...
What Age Do We Become Lost???
the taxi driver from the hilton doubletree bratislava had blonde cropped flattop hair and played Slovakian europop and as the streets receded and more came on and the downtown bratislava skyscrapers rose like single silver canines in the jaw of a freshmade world the europop was the soundtrack of me motoring this eve through the futuremoments of the futuremoments of all futuremoments