hipstomp photo essays

Day 159

This is the on-ramp to Heaven.
It’s fucking steep.

This is the highway to Hell.
You can walk or take a taxi.

This is the city giving you the middle finger.

Here’s a place for you to sit and take a load off.
Isn’t that nice.

A fire hydrant tries to fit in with passing pedestrians.
No one is fooled.

Sit still for too long and people will leave their mark on you.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.
A moving delivery truck gathers no grafitti.

Everyone knows you can’t run from your problems.
You can, however, encircle them for several hours
in some type of vehicle until you feel better.