Rub of Hand


There is a singular peace to be found in spaces where nature is busy removing memory.


Walking Notes
Steve Coel



Walking Notes
Steve Coel

Because here, where rusty wire gravy becomes encrusted in cement and everything is always broken, the rub of hand and mark of machine have all gone and time is now taking another stumble into unseen swollen puddles of oil, urine and bottled music.
Walking Notes
Steve Coel
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