Car overpasses covered in tags and graffitis, muddy old sleeping bags and left behind empties
Albanese barber shop, used bookstores closed on sundays and 24h corner stores selling knives
Bums : blacks but mostly Innus, only a few whites so far
Gothico-squarish Anglican chapels with vines covered brickwalls
Abandonned factories turned into condos, the usual plague
Got myself a new haircut some fine point pens and a 400 pages notebook
I have no clue where the hell this is going to
Winter's coming
Month of the deads
Bruises slowly fading away
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