Facing east on the semi-abandoned tracks...
Platano, Best, Tresk, FTS Crew...
The rail bridge extends over a very murky/toxic-looking canal, and skirts a cement factory...
FTS Crew, Utah, Moose...
Cycle...
Coupe, Fosik...
For some reason, this area was littered with many bottles of urine. Navigating through them was like navigating a minefield...
UFO...
The other side of the cement factory...
This is part of the...
"...Move to Brooklyn and you'll practically live on the train..." but I pack my life into boxes, neatly, and the shade flaps as a breeze leaks over my beaded brow, evaporating the sweat of this painful time of growth.
Shouldering my...