Here -
Where...flakey water and chipped clog merge into whispered avenues of nervous laughter..
Where...wrinkled hands, that snap splintered cotton sleeves, grip trolley and last nights hiding place..
Where...free newspapers haunt forgotten cold meals outside cracked broken shops..
Where...ringed fingers shadow lager bottle and small, tight fisted girlfriend..
Where...cheap vinyl mattress' sell dreamless arrival and soulless departure..
is the place language comes to die.
[ For Alan and Charlie ]
Documentary Fiction Photography - Steve Coel / An 11.59 Publication
