I drive myself, in streaks and stains, along the tunnels of man. The process is ordinary, routine. We all shift along, uncaring towards our immediate whereabouts. It’s only temporary, after … more →
From This Spacesedgehammer wrote 3 months ago: I drive myself, in streaks and stains, along the tunnels of man. The process is ordinary, routine. … more →
sedgehammer wrote 3 months ago: In the shadows and the steel, in dark and white of underground illumination, I am hiding. Back and … more →
sedgehammer wrote 3 months ago: Rapunzel - your long hair-spikes shorn, hwo will you reach your tower now? The windows have been … more →
sedgehammer wrote 3 months ago: A breath - in against the sinuses hard, out, still chill, against the teeth. I stride. The musc … more →
sedgehammer wrote 3 months ago: I step from one wall to the next, bounded in my existence by the flat pixellated planes of memory. … more →
sedgehammer wrote 3 months ago: We pretend that the steps we take have no consequences - that, as we pass each other in some degree … more →
sedgehammer wrote 3 months ago: These shots were taken on the buses, trolleys, trains, subways, and stops of the MBTA in Boston. … more →