
Fault 1811/2011
It was the year bank called the cracks in the plaster, the fissure between the bricks, the silence behind the meadowlarks, the useless rustling of leaves. It was the year bank called the cracks in the plaster, the fissure between the bricks, the silence behind the meadowlarks, the useless rustling of leaves. It was the year bank called the cracks… Read more →