collaborative zine exploring the texture of places, created by FALABLE collective.
thick line drawn by double yellows: calcified, dense and poured home strip there is the word 'slow' written on the road long ago in thick white letters which have degraded years and now mostly form the command some of the direction lines are gone so you don't know where you're going, or which lane you're it's the kind of place where people shout 'left' at you on leafy cycle paths grass: fine smooth and interwoven blades. leaves with hard edges. moss the consistency of fluff. wire fence: knit texture softened by nettles when a half-dried puddle catches the light: smooth cool bright circle, evaporating tide line when the sun goes down the sky is half dark against primrose yellow street lights at regular queueing intervals shiny bumpers sit in the driveways of degenerating houses there is the gleam of polished metal and the gleam of misty windows on the left side of the bridge on a saturday morning, when it is sunny, there are the city rowe the right hand side are lined by college boat houses, and these are bright like candy