A true New Yorker

like i said, footage, New york, a clip that did itself as pigeons died on the metro, as i passed by not so silently. You wish you were here, but you’re happy you’re not.

Hundreds of suns under which to burn, making it a tragedy when there is no harm, fail to fail, succeed to forget, remembering the things that haven’t happened yet.

– an introductory poem from the French boy at corra films inc.

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