Saturday night spot

From the floor of graffiti-park they waved us up. With one foot on the open window we hopped up and jumped the gap onto the roof of the public washroom. There, twelve-odd Korean young things stood in piles of garbage.

They passed the mic around and contributed to the mount of empties. We were given a warm greet in full English and a welcome to all their Saturday spit sessions. We leaned in over our knees, but refused to take our turn.

I hid eyes behind my camera and smiled at the girl with the eye patch. When the sun came full down we climbed back out the window.