I’m sitting in a public park in Denver. I’m not sure if I’m too fond of cities or its inhabitants. People seem to share an aura. The more people there are in a given place, the less amiable they seem to be. The other fault in cities is the omnipresence of death. They seem to ignore the fact that the majority of surroundings replaced the life of this area. In exchange the occasional sanctuary of properly placed, planted and maintained gardens. I’d call it complaining if it weren’t easier the other way.

I’m sitting on the 16th mall street in Denver beside one of the greater jazz sax players I’ve seen. It’s amazing that so many thousands of people can stroll by to the next purchasable pleasure and totally ignore this free pleasure. 5 minutes of compete bliss, the problem isn’t lack of entertainment or things to do, it’s lack of self. Street musicians are like no other. In this complete stillness of structure I finally found the spark of city life. And I sit with 2 others who understand that there is nothing right about this man living a moment of agony able to bring so much good. I’ve lost sight completely of what everyone is desperately trying to achieve. How much simpler and happier could life be?