Enter the world of Joseph Fonseca of the 10 Cities/10 Years Project. Joseph's world is rife with poems of grey concrete, corroding broken bricks and a dirty sky that litters the brain with strained street realism and caution. Within the realism of the road are companions who are as authentic as the friends we dutifully remember and casually forget. We find the lonely, the indigent and the dejected and, by close association and examination, we find ourselves feeling something of their damage. Our companions are bruised and injured by a life they can not escape; they groan and whimper through their awkward lives and then grow silent while we watch helplessly. And as we finally end our journey on Joseph Fonseca's road, we have discovered that our companions are representative of the familiar people of our lives: our friends, families, and neighbors. These are the people we love and the people we can't love, the people we fear and the people we manipulate, the people we will never see again and the people with whom we share ourselves. And ultimately, at the end of the road, we discover we are these people.