Thursday, February 28, 2008
I hate these signs. They were everywhere. That night, no one wanted us near them. We were kept at arm's length. These signs speak to a need for specialness in a world full of grime. A need to stand up and shout, this table in a bar in a small town that means nothing is all mine. Go ahead, hold onto your cardboard signs. It's all you got.
Photo - N
Words - S
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