Homes Saturday December 14, 2013

Purposeless body-forms melding mindlessly in errant directionals; like veiny streaks that blue the cheese, they mishmash everywhere but go nowhere at all. With an endpoint only ill-defined, and a lack of coordinated effort, these bulky heaves take time and space and are always in the way. Screams from an infant; gentle whimpers of an aged crone; vacant stares of tiny people; hurried shoving and cross-bound queues. This place could be any place but is also the one place that you need to get to.

-H.E. Homes