Look around,
see the happenings of an active hell.
And all this while we are here to find our ways to get back from here.
I have always been territorial,
I guess mankind is a territorial species.
But unlike others we have marked our territories by
institutions feeding us commercials like summer breeze,
by shows run by dumbasses,
by a virtuality that has gone to our bones.
Unlike others we have build our memorials on a bunch of lies.
The red light pops here and there,
the narrow alleys become veins of warm grey blood
and somewhere someone escapes everyday…
We all see them everywhere,
being drunk in the afternoon,
running wild by a shore
or being naked as the phenomenon wants us to be.

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Photograph: Megan Kennedy.