Street Poetry

On my way to work the other mornig the soft city revealed itself. The dynamic, ephemeral, performative city. Allowing its inhabitants to leave their marks and tracks, letting itself be inscribed. Inviting to be read. The city as a medium. Supporting expression and impression. Of sensations, situations, stories and parallel realities. Creating the framework for urban consciousnes and identity.

That particular morning it revealed a desperate message of paradoxical love:

you little Spoiled
LUXURY Whore
PRINCESS
i hate you
i love you