B O N D P H O N E.
Words and pictures by Chris Lamb.

This city is pretty in the rain, reacting like water from the sky is a new idea. Cute indie girls with their faces turned up to meet the weather as their boyfriends try to kiss them; herds of nice suits under black umbrellas cramming into taxis, mutering about morning meetings with Johnson and whether they're fit enough for the marathon. Steam comes off the flooding streets like cold water on a skillet and for a moment there's a chance that this time will see it all washed clean. We'll wake up tomorrow to streets-turned-canals and a second chance.

Dry clothes and dark and stormies now. Tom Waits coming through shitty speakers like a fallen angel telling me dirty stories over stolen cigarettes. Good night by every meaning.

posted by chris  # 2:14 AM