Why I Love Columbus Pt. 1 (a pictorial essay)

No time to waste, no lives to spare, babies.

Picture, if you can, a criminal landscape of both breathtakingly hideous and beautiful creatures. The ghetto bird sings from eternal skies, often enough and desensitizing that it eventually blends with the sound of rushing air current.

These are ruggedly, doggedly broken people. We see a man out of orbit and lost in space: an unwilling Guinea pig taking control of the one thing he can.

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