Dreams heavy... unknown land between Tubac and Asia...
Sales people stuffed into their own skin,
Polished too thin...
Setting their pretense upon everyone's shoulders.
There was no magic fit, one size fits all here.
Know your audience... know your market.
At one point "Foodicians" appeared throwing cutlery... "If you catch, you eat!"
Neighbors appear... neighbors who had dissolved their life away...
in hopeful anticipation... in lost hope.
Where was critical mass in this land?
But the creative work fit into someone's thin skin...
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