a b a n d o n e d

This is a photograph I took in an abandoned alleyway in New York City.

I assume it was left there by a wandering soul, one who was lost without shelter in the forest of mechanical coldness.

These minimalistic yet stirring words flow with elegant effect. The scribbled lines are apparent as the bones of a starving artist,

and just as devastatingly beautiful.

Perhaps that is what they are. The poetic bones of a starving artist.