There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves.


Dust Tracks on a Road, 1942


There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet;...

There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet;...

There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet;...

There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet;...