Frog croaks drowned out by the rain and cement-warmed currents carrying away two weeks worth of car soot. A train still running cutting through the deep liquid fishing line curtains that are few and far between as the earth dries out. Below the train two are sheltered underneath darted polyester, one with a pink coat and the other indiscernible. The last source of warmth I can think of is the dim lamp formed in the incidental clasping of their hands














