There is the one with the blonde

Tied to the railroad tracks by

Some asshole with a top hat

And a shitty looking mustache.

The one with the guy strapped

To a guide plate in a sawmill.

The spy bound beneath a laser.

Every thought is drowned out

By what will destroy them,

Like time siphoning from

One moment to the next.

 

Words: Aaron Fagan

Photography: Room (Zimmer) 1996 by Thomas Demand