i visit south america via a deadmans words undercover priests and barren parks i visit through a different mans images exercising in his underwear laminating the past ive never been to mexico city but i recognise the light ive never been to santiago its history keeps me up at night its history keeps me up at night it keeps up at night hey people sell mobile phone holsters in shaded kiosks in an urban sprawl that moves at a crawl i once took a european night train but now i wait for something to enter the frame enter the frame 