le métro
05-17
05-17
Paris, you are filthy today.
The smell of bleach.
A slippery quai.
The screeching hum of mosquitos
ready to prey.
A man with skinny jeans and cowboy boots
ready to play
A beggar in the metro with a baby latched onto her exposed breast.
Underground illumated dots feel less like traversing distance
and
more
like
intervals...
of nothing.
The smell of bleach.
A slippery quai.
The screeching hum of mosquitos
ready to prey.
A man with skinny jeans and cowboy boots
ready to play
A beggar in the metro with a baby latched onto her exposed breast.
Underground illumated dots feel less like traversing distance
and
more
like
intervals...
of nothing.
