Head down, just the steps, just focus on the steps. Close my ears to the noise of grinding metal, of horns, of hawking and selling, of coughing, of brakes of shouting and jibbering madness. Close my eyes to the urine-covered walls, a jellyfish shaped shadow left to evaporate and sour after each pissing ; close my nose. Close my heart to the . . . → Read More: vision girl
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wow, it’s been an amazing first week of walking. humidity is not a concept, it is life. click on the following picture to see even more pics! pues, ha sido una semana increíble acá en colombia. la humedad ha dejado de ser concepto…ya ES toda mi existencia. haz clic en la foto siguiente para ver aun más . . . → Read More: first week pics/fotos de la primera semana The scars weren’t there when she was 21. That spattering of pinched skin from her left shoulder to her ankle. some like marks from cigarettes, some like bullet wounds, some like exactly what they were; 3rd degree burns. A map of small, sudden violences. She’d just graduated from university. In Colombia, after receiving . . . → Read More: Andrea |
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