I spy on the boys and girls in the alleyway between six-story brick buildings, containers of shouts and cries, murmurs and secrets. I sidestep around the rats and piles of trash bags, hide behind refrigerator carcasses. I watch the boys trap the girls against piss-stained brick walls, underneath bony chests and lanky arms. Black-lined cat eyes eclipsed by close fade haircuts.
Image Credits: Edgar Alfonseca
