Here -
Where...plastic fairground jewellery lies chewed up..
Where...kerbstone wheels idle dawdle in tune with open door security camera..
Where...words spoken in jest between strangers are echoed as threat to local trade..
Where...shuttered motor industry is impatient and bolted into the fabric of labour..
Where...failure becomes habit..
is the place language comes to die.
Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
