Greetings Esteemed Readers (all 14 of you),
In honour of the recently deceased kodak, here are some kodachrome slides from the US, some 40s, mostly 50s or early 60s. They are heartbreaking and I want to write a story or poem about each of them but I absolutely won’t because I am remaining focused, stream-lined in the mind, full attention on Book No 2. I am.
Who are they? Who can they be?