Into his dark place, cars hanging on lifts carded lights dangling beneath them, arbiter of failures, renewer… With black greasy hands tossing out dead parts into piles of metallic hard edges unyielding gray rectangles riddled with dark round holes. ripped, tool twisted out of larger pieces, These fleshless residues, engine blocks, inert things. Fleshy hands … Continue reading The Mechanic Comes
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