Tatiana Durango Rincon, Urama, Colombia
Photographs and text by Tatiana Durango Rincon, Urama, Colombia
You may have never heard the voice of a road, but now I’m tired. I’ve been useful for a long time, and it’s very likely I’ve been useful to you, but this is how the devil repays those who serve him well. My surface is full of holes where water sometimes stagnates, and I start to smell bad. People trip over me because a new hole appears every time; it’s like a degenerative disease. Maybe to you, it’s just scenery, but don’t stay silent. My condition isn’t how it should be. The municipality should do something for me, don’t you think?