Artist:Moses Yorke

It all started when the beating concluded and Moses still had breath, he staggered away amongst fits of mockery and collapsed in a gutter a mile from the scene and wished he were dead. Disaster is a cloud. Then a hand dipped into Moses' pocket and stole his dignity and his wallet, he froze, and then went to sleep leaving the disgusting noises of night time London behind him. Made from numbers and bent on bitter transcendence. Moses explodes, in a Robin Hood like manner.