what could one hope to find, other than dirt, garbage and carcasses?
It’s a relief to witness that the smiles of the poor,
keep these bloodthirsty vultures at bay.
When the old and the new are walking side by side..
It’s a flow of motion without obstacles,
despite the different speeds and shapes that time created.
Only the wheel retains his own geometry and function.
everything is going..
In the chaos of diversity
rules a functional order,
an anarchy with discipline.
photo and text by la mannetta.