Written by Jacob Ibrag
Black marble rolling on uneven
pavement. She follows as it gains speed, rolling
over gum indentations and aged concrete. Nowhere
else she’d rather exist, focusing on distraction rather
than the people she promised to forget. Black marble
rolling past the empty houses, past the empty cars.
She follows as it gains speed, rolling over the
hidden scars of a quiet community.
Photography by Thomas Ramirez