Thursday, February 21, 2019


More musings

The dripping of the ice melt, iron lattice, old stone, salt and snow. Another neglected street, the suspect countenance of commerce that has ceased... and yet where are we in this Urban dream? Fumbling towards mediocrity as if it were the pleasure-dome. Promised, but wholly incomplete.

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