2004-02-28 10:28

The traffic pulses by the tall windows. A little white silhouette shows us how to walk. A red hand flashes, warning with color what we know in blood. These windows are multiple exposures, showing the drycleaning sign twice, three times, flashing backwards, forwards. Headlamps drag past.

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