Mar 2020
The thrum of a city’s streets; the lifeblood of the foyer’s rack.
A simple lobby to most in passing, yet—to some—a trap of loss and lack.
A simple lobby to most in passing, yet—to some—a trap of loss and lack.
A meditation on people coming and going in life. Social circles, stations in life, and how permanent it all seems when you can't accept the process.
