Friday, May 11, 2012


In the city, buildings nestle against one another and the sun slides down—a slot canyon made of bricks instead of a hairline crack widened by flash floods.

Light trickles to the ground passing open windows, blinds half drawn, curtains, an occasional plant balanced on a window ledge.

Slot canyons twist and turn past striated sandstone, trapped water, swirls formed by water and wind.

Graffiti marks the bottom of some tenements, a skirt encircling the building.


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