I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Urban poetry


Layers of paint on an old wall.

It looks like a child's drawing of a map, yellow continents and crayon-blue seas. Europe maybe, or perhaps it's one of those fantasy lands so carefully mapped out in the endpapers of paperback novels.


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