Sleeping Path - Steve Coel
Here-
Where...boasting is frowned upon..
Where...youth stubble walk across butchered sleeping path..
Where...slow of foot shadow wooden shovel..
Where...hills consume history and memory is wiped out by nature..
Where...half gloved hands rap on steel plate and small window..
is the place language comes to die.
Half Stolen Buildings, Steve Coel
Documentary Fiction Photography
An 11.59 Publication
