The Holder, The Cheat, and The Meek sit in for night of poker. The air is oppressively hot. So hot that the players skin melts to the chips, but that might just be an outward manifestation of their inner reluctance to relinquish them. Their bodies imply a tiredness of life and a familiarity with the current situation- all too familiar. A wanting to stop for good, but an inability to dictate such an action. The cards, the chips, the money, the game, all of it, it’s their blood.

This was shot on a Panasonic AG-DVC80.