There is lie buried in every city. Beneath the concrete and the glass wall. Behind the alley and the slump. Through the sewer and the highroad. Between day and night that overlap beyond the moving technicolor light.
a shallow and mad journal
There is lie buried in every city. Beneath the concrete and the glass wall. Behind the alley and the slump. Through the sewer and the highroad. Between day and night that overlap beyond the moving technicolor light.