All along the Mercy Road in six month empty paper towns elderly people in torn slippers walk painfully along iron grit footpaths. Their cotton bags are half full with out of date tins of meat and dried fruit as they chatter to each other about childhood, romance and warm hands. Life for them will end here, these places once called home, and their shared memories will soon be forgotten as nature wipes away each doorstep dream and bridal curtain.
Documentary Fiction Photography
Steve Coel
