A remote concept, those houses on the other side of the harbor.
The rich are as remote to the poor, as the poor are to the rich.
Their lives sailed away.
We ride the dark trains.
I have existed as long as a flower and for less than an acacia.
It has been more like water passing a drain than a billabong.
When did we lose our humanity?
Did we lose it - before it began?
I have been touched by an unearthly detachment.
He was 50 million light years away, 2 billion times the charisma
of our sun. Yet, not quite rich enough to fall in love with.
