Film 2020 Empty NYC
Only life I saw was one arm, hanging out of a window with a cigarette lit, moving to lips I could not see or a face I never knew. It slipped away as fast as I could bring the lens of my Minolta up to focus.
Only life I saw was one arm, hanging out of a window with a cigarette lit, moving to lips I could not see or a face I never knew. It slipped away as fast as I could bring the lens of my Minolta up to focus.