A silent movie flickering on the screen in an abandoned theatre... a scrap of old newspaper in a wet gutter: it's an old Katzenjammer Kids comic strip... an abandoned warehouse district in a long-dead industrial section of an American city, perhaps it's Patterson, NJ... a worn and well-read copy of the I.W.W.'s "Little Red Book", corners dog-eared at the song Big Rock Candy Mountain... a hobo jungle beneath an abandoned railroad trestle, pot of Mulligan stew on the fire....
Just a collection of vague images, fragments of a life and a time that was once so real, that is still real in my heart. No dream is ever completely dead.