red-wound

Updated: July 5, 2026

I turned back toward Paraiso and, all but stumbling over little red-wound wires everywhere on the ground, dodging in and out, running forward, halting or suddenly retreating, I worked my way gradually forward, while all the world about me was upheaving and spouting and belching forth to the heavens, as if I had been caught in the crater of a volcano as it suddenly erupted without warning.

Harry Alverson Franck - Zone Policeman 88; a close range study of the Panama canal and its workers