bcbw Capitol Hill, Seattle.
Reminds me of Christchurch before the earthquakes, walking to Bedford Row @ 3.05 am to see some friends.
Old warehouse. Pulling on the string + can hanging from a window or whistling up.
Smoking your last cigarette, hoping they had rolling papers, laughing at the blackened butterknives.
Two bar heater, one bar worked. Five am brings garbage trucks, their ugly chugging, their loud exhaling.
No cellular. No phones of any kind. Just the Banana Album.
Reminds me of Christchurch before the earthquakes, walking to Bedford Row @ 3.05 am to see some friends.
Old warehouse. Pulling on the string + can hanging from a window or whistling up.
Smoking your last cigarette, hoping they had rolling papers, laughing at the blackened butterknives.
Two bar heater, one bar worked. Five am brings garbage trucks, their ugly chugging, their loud exhaling.
No cellular. No phones of any kind. Just the Banana Album.
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