Red Confession: Dust and Desire in the Abandoned Garage
Dust chokes the air in this dead Renault garage. Rue des Iris, number 31. Cracked…
Dust chokes the air in this dead Renault garage. Rue des Iris, number 31. Cracked…
August heat choked the tram. Bodies packed tight. I stood on the steps, crushed against…
Tonight, heading home after tech advice for a friend, a savage craving hit. Juicy grapes.…
Dim glow of night train compartment. Paris to Rome. Empty wagon rocks gently. Feet up…