What lies under the bridge? Nothing, it seems, just the night.
This night was cold and windy. The tripod shook and the wind howled into the dark night. As I walked to the location under the bridge I realize a whole realm of people living in buildings looking like warehouses. They walk around in ones and twos, seeking what I do not know. Maybe it is the river.
This night was cold and windy. The tripod shook and the wind howled into the dark night. As I walked to the location under the bridge I realize a whole realm of people living in buildings looking like warehouses. They walk around in ones and twos, seeking what I do not know. Maybe it is the river.
