Seven people lit by the night. Open a story: its picture leaves the slider and becomes the top of the page.
A guitarist who plays with his back to the lights, and a room that watches the rays instead of him.
A sign shop at closing time, and the one customer who came to stand inside the words.
Two regulars, one machine, and the hour before the arcade turns its screens off.
A projector, a white shirt and a dark room: weather you can switch off.
Words that land on a face, and are read differently there.
A stripe of warm light that finds its way into a blue room, and a laugh caught in it.
A boombox on the pavement, the neon over it, and a street that is a stage for one song.
