HUES THAT I HAD NOT SEEN In the city they built war machines. The once-blue skies stained gray with the smoke of war: burning coal and smelting iron to build bombs and bombs and bombs. Everything became gray: the quaint little cafes, the mechanics’ garages, and all the bookshops; the books inside and all their [...]
WENDER WELDS THE WAY Wender welds the way then cleaves, then cleaves. Splinters hang from boughs like outstretched fingers to a child’s crinkled mouth. He reaches upward and this is a slight gesture and he retreats from this as if it were dust. But he box-steps forward, dim brown eyes downcast, neither registering nor registered [...]
William Pham is a writer and words are in his bones!
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(The above picture is not William Pham. It is a film called HIROSHIMA MON AMOUR and you should watch it!)