Here -
Where...lack of light is accepted..
Where...distracted actions are captured in shuttered doorways of forgotten industrial estates..
Where...open spaces become dog bound and burnt by fogged spite..
Where...electric holes are constructed to control and monitor neighbourhoods..
Where...each step is guided by habit..
Where...bottom shelf goods are swallowed by small pockets..
Where...groups of people congregate and fail to notice each other..
Where...poor disguises are deliberate..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
Steve Coel
