There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
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Inside The Yellow Box
We’re a Kodak family. That’s not such a strange thing being where I am...
A City's Siesta
From late May to early September the streets are deserted during the day. The...
And Wherever I Go It's Amazing To Know...
I was a sophomore in high school in 1985. The 80's were a strange time to grow up. ...
Drama No. 23
The rain was drizzling down on the corner across from the Clover Diner. An...