Martín Escalante

A 24 hour period in the lives of Fausto and Jesus, two undocumented Mexican day-laborers in L.A. Each day another task, each day the same pressure to find money. They go about their daily routine, standing on the corner at the Home Improvement Store waiting for work to come. Today, the job they are given is well paid compared to their poor usual wages.

Claustrophobia in the body A golden second that lengthens in my multiple vesicles The infinite space that surrounds my cells Inside, deep inside. Everything important escapes me, And the metronome of the horn, salty orange Static lie, Sewer in motion Especially right now, I don't know who I am when I close my eyes I melt, and I love it

A 24 hour period in the lives of Fausto and Jesus, two undocumented Mexican day-laborers in L.A. Each day another task, each day the same pressure to find money. They go about their daily routine, standing on the corner at the Home Improvement Store waiting for work to come. Today, the job they are given is well paid compared to their poor usual wages.

Claustrophobia in the body A golden second that lengthens in my multiple vesicles The infinite space that surrounds my cells Inside, deep inside. Everything important escapes me, And the metronome of the horn, salty orange Static lie, Sewer in motion Especially right now, I don't know who I am when I close my eyes I melt, and I love it