vision steppes

‘The hardest thing to see is what is in front of your eyes.’ - Goethe

Glories gouge deep in the eastern gorge, while words are worn away on brittle parchments. Colours in the mountains keep blooming,

Eıghty year old sat next to me on a 10 hour helta-skelta, swıtchback, death rattle across the mountaıns - he had one eye, one tooth, one leg, crutches and a bag of pılls ın a transparent plastıc

She was dozing in the store front recess, wedged in by cardboard. The scumnut ducked into the same doorway and let loose a stream of urine inches from her feet.