Like a memory
She walked out of the sirens and into shadow-a doctor, a refugee, a silhouette in silver halide.
Between shifts, she haunts SoHo like a memory-cool, unreadable, and impossibly alive.
Tatiana, SoHo, Ilford SFX 200, 35mm Film
She walked out of the sirens
and into shadow—
a doctor, a refugee, a
silhouette in silver halide
Between shifts, she haunts
SoHo like a memory—
cool, unreadable, and
impossibility alive.
Gold is time pretending to be light
In rust,
the past oxidizes into poetry,
gold is time
pretending to be light
Train to White Plains, New York
In rust,
the past oxidizes into poetry,
gold is time
pretending to be light.
