Stash, once upon a time the greatest gallery in Paris, where you could lie down and look at the pictures. Poster, 2017. Hangdog and half-awake, I gaze at the face of the man about to search my belongings. On line for fifteen wobbly minutes, I'm closing in on the head of the cue at the Conciergerie, the old courthouse in the center of Paris.
What a beautifully mapped out piece on old G-Unit’s plight. Safe to say he’s now back on his farm with a big smile on his face. This isn’t to detract from the outrageous carry on and execution of his deportation. Lives are worth more than a document and what was that song Guthrie sung about the land and people? Our destinies have long been in the hands of the bots
What a beautifully mapped out piece on old G-Unit’s plight. Safe to say he’s now back on his farm with a big smile on his face. This isn’t to detract from the outrageous carry on and execution of his deportation. Lives are worth more than a document and what was that song Guthrie sung about the land and people? Our destinies have long been in the hands of the bots