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Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Never Come Morning


        He forced himself to look ; thousands of little people and hundreds of bright little stands, and all over it the coal-smoke pall of the river factories and railroad yards. He saw in that moment the whole dim-lit city on the last night of summer; the troubled streets that led to the abandoned beaches, the 'For Rent' signs above overnight hotels and furnished basement rooms, moving trolleys and rising bridges ; the cagework city beneath a coal-smoke sky.

Never Come Morning
Nelson Algren
1942

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Andre Kertesz  
West 134th street 
New York 1944

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