With a stick on smile all owl eye brown, the young girl looks down long avenues of car metal gutter full with wish and dream. Meantimes, her tattered boyfriend ( in his hastily bought clothes ) hustles shadow money from grey figures in barely lit parks.
Steve Coel
In the nick of time power station reflection you upgrade another dog end and once again check the hidden shank in your Clink Hotel grey. Long times are short here, because outside nobody stands still and your daily routine is now dictated by the coded message of engine, animal and whistle and by shadows that appear and disappear on park borders.
Steve Coel
Steve Coel
