Guilt
11.13.2012 - 11.13.2012
I walk by a man with no eyes, sitting on a street corner, his empty sockets red and raw. His arms saw at an old children's violin, making not music but a hollow, discordant hee haw. If you look at him too long you will put money in his blue plastic bowl. No one else gives him a second glance either.
Posted by chschen 11.12.2012 16:00 Archived in Mexico
