The Enemy The Enemy
The buildings' wounds are what I can't forget; though nothing could absorb my sense of loss, I stared into their blackness, what was not supposed to be there, billowing of soot...
Apr 18, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Rafael Campo
The buildings' wounds are what I can't forget; though nothing could absorb my sense of loss, I stared into their blackness, what was not supposed to be there, billowing of soot...
Apr 18, 2002 / Books & the Arts / Rafael Campo