Athens Descent Page 15

Waiting in Doorways
A man in a white T-shirt stops at the kerb, an earbud in, staring past the red scooter behind him. Down the street, a blonde woman has found a cool doorstep to sit on. A few doors further, a man in cargo trousers leans against a grey wall and reads his phone. They are all waiting for something, a lift, a friend, a message. Above them, on an old cream wall, red letters spell the Greek word for garage. We are all parked somehow.