Steve Coel
Smells of Time
Steve Coel
In you come...in your sad seven year old ironic tracksuit and pair of box fresh. In you come...looking for deals on the board behind the counter, which we all know show the same best advert as the last time, last week, last month, last year.
In you come...doing quick sums and ordering a dozen shots with your release money, which you quickly share out to punters who are no longer interested. In you come...barely missed and completely blitzed...just another forgotten madman.
In you come...a madman bent by the routine; a madman twisted by addiction; a madman caught in the to and fro of the outside which has turned its back and good riddance.
In you come...smelling of time.
From City Trilogy (Part 1), An 11.59 Publication
Steve Coel
