outcast
Wednesday, December 9 | 10:19 PM
Knobbed knees bent like broken twigs and arms leaning forward on crutches, he stands lost and forlorn infront of a newstand. The stall owner fires in a tongue I cannot comprehend, her tentacle hands waving him away. The outcast remains. I ponder his place in a city moving at an unrelentless pace. There is more shouting. Finally I comprehend her angst. The cripple was oggling at porn magazines.Labels: S USA, travel
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