Exhausted, stumbling under the fittings of a large iron skeleton. Moving through the darkened interiors, scrapping the dusty doorways, the dust in the air was of a sweet scent. Browned burnt sugar and mortar. Tripping over uneven flooring coming to rest ina cloud of fine dusts. The rei of the sun piercing through reflected a map of the skeleton in the sky silhouettes agains the clouds of sugared dust and cotton clouds.

















