the 0verl0ad (donkey pulls cart carries capital creates lu real reflects le hyperreal while history struggles alongside)

you are here and you are somewhere else and you are not here and you are not somewhere else.

isn't possible all four are true.

and more.

enjoy the pull(s).

or

turn on the tv.

press play. 

result of progression

or 

          chaos

              and

                                        a little bit of both

                                                             (isn't it all three and more)

the horse,
yes, the horse from turin,
the horse they are talking about because of the film,
(the film from hungry)
not because of nietzsche, anymore.
instead, because of the film.
his own aut0icon.

i have a memory of riding a donkey at some sort of fair as a child.

i remember being very afraid.

i have a memory of walking into a vigil for Smoothie, a Central Park carriage horse,

who died in the line of duty

(according to the pamphlet, 

which i still have somewhere around here).

modern ubermenschettes

i remember a displaced person sitting on his suitcase next to the memorial.

i remember it was on Central Park South at 4 in the afternoon.  i remember i saw Meryl Streep in the window at Per Se across the street.  i've never been there but they say it is good.
she plays a good character, meryl streep.
i haven't seen the one where she plays thatcher.  my grandfather said, what a picture.

i can only speculate, i wasn't there, i didn't see it.  

and it won't make sense til i see the replay on the internet.
the replay
the replay
the replay