spent cigarette butts spot the gutters, sponging up two-day old snow melt. he waits on foot, in boots with one terrible, long story. he has been granted with the most beautiful blue eyes placed into a human skull; so much pleasant light. to stare at those eyes for too long is painful, but to not look at all is devastating. a train whistle breaks the clouds. a cop gooses it through closing railroad gates, unaffected by laws we never made. the snow begins to fall once again.
words and photos by Jay Halsey