Urban Riff

by themapofantarctica

Layers of dust piled into ignored corners where disguised handshakes lead to the shuffling of immigrants feet. There is nothing that cannot happen in places like this. It has all been consumed through the ages. Prostitution and narcotic deals, slavery and subjugation. Believe your eyes. Mystique has been bull-dozered to the remote spaces to make way for ten foot images of new technology and sportsmen. The mind cannot compute the combinations of visuals, or interpret the vast arrays of artefacts on display in the ever developing museum of present tense. Headlines drifted by in a haze of non-identifiable days that jack-knifed into forgotten months.

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