I stopped because it was pretty in an ugly sort of way. I stayed because it echoed something in myself. An urban ice field, slagged in gravel, oozing salt: Pb, Cu, Cd, Zn, Al, Ca, Na, Mg, and Fe. A permeable ecological interface: traffic, trees, sewer gratings, pedestrians, and sunshine. Taps, sewers, roots, trees, mouths,… Continue reading Ice Flow, an urban video-poem
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