MINNEAPOLIS, MN mid-american rain. wet cubes of space. the city stands accurate, careless, clean. a naive and practical gigantomania. i feel younger, fresher, washed. why is everything here so much more clear? a sharp siren resounds. stone shines – this otherness here is more dear to me than the other i’ve left behind. red, green, and gray. yellow buses quietly slide through rain. i also feel older here, a scoundrel winnowed by life. an eastern eu- ropean. covered by hist