George·Tohmé
Nobody spoke for a while. One laughed at something on her screen, the others kept their own counsel, cigarette smoke curling into the porch light. The cans between our feet had multiplied without anyone noticing.

Dusk, Four Ways

The stoop

Nobody spoke for a while. One laughed at something on her screen, the others kept their own counsel, cigarette smoke curling into the porch light. The cans between our feet had multiplied without anyone noticing.

Nearby work