Who are the people in your neighborhood?
bud omeng 17
January - 12 February 2019

These houses have no number, but they have eyes. The cracks in the concrete inch ever closer by night. The sewer is a snake’s nest, and gin breath is the eau de toilette. The neighborhood is Nature’s bastard son, yawning under a flickering streetlight. Let Darwin turn in his grave; this is mankind’s shadowy evidence of survival.

Mariah Reodica