corners

It's all in the small moments, the small things. A hand holding a cheap Cleopatra cigarette. Because everything ancient in this country, rolls into the modern, bringing about a bizarre combination of pride for things of the past and an attempt to move forward in this lesser present and future.

It's in the shadows, the corners, the look of pride in a store owner as he leads us into his workshop and shows us where he spends his days.

It's in the dust covered sandals. The water trickling past our feet. The shafts of light, beauty in a broken shelter.

This is where it all is.