We’ve found ourselves in this crazy town and it’s drowning. ..
Added 2020-12-02 21:22:27 +0000 UTCWe’ve found ourselves in this crazy town and it’s drowning. The whole place will be gone like a page in a book, turned. Still the streetcar makes its rounds. For you I’d make endless repetitions, like the earth around the sun, which has no other plans. A love poem to New Orleans by Molly Kirschner Graphic art by me
