Images
& Words
Darkroom 6x9
An hundred-year-old light
exposes on mine, so long that
I missed the sunset
Letters blurred, the murk
climbs an ant onto my finger
How did you travel here, where
I am?
Darkroom 6x9
An hundred-year-old light
exposes on mine, so long that
I missed the sunset
Letters blurred, the murk
climbs an ant onto my finger
How did you travel here, where
I am?