The faces of the street people are haunting. Glassy eyed and dazed, far away from the moment they look elsewhere as powerful words fly out like arrows. The pent up frustrations of life and slights and everyday disdain seem to be stored in an endless reservoir of anger. As they walk the boulevards the words snap off like rifle shots, directed at nobody in particular and yet everyone. Incantations of pain mixed with theories of a world gone insane. This is a need to be heard. This is being completely utterly alone, this is oblivion, this is Urban Vodou. #urbanvodou