Thumbing scuffs on old photographs;
A meandring nostalgia of mindless anonymity in large spaces filled with nervy etchings of native people and waiting people, waiting a little nonchalantly, for someone like jesus or rocky stallone aboard a sassy marketing campaign with a slogan of some sort sit at the end of my bed and perturb me so much that glaciers have started melting, well they've always been melting but this time the precedent has been set and they're really melting.