Somewhere in this image a lifeless body lies. An alleged robber, a chase, gunshots rang in the middle of the night. A victim in the police mobile, hiding her face. The scene of the crime, opened to spectators, until the men in uniform tape off a defined area, an undefined square-footage of open space bordered by tall grass in an unsuspecting piece of public land.
I took this photo because it was a chase. The other bodies I saw in that same night were anything but: an abducted child on his knees, a man taken away from his family, a woman carrying fast food take-out — shot in the head, shot in the back by hooded figures who snatched these lives as if they were owned by anyone but themselves, disposable, invaluable, mere lifeless bodies to begin with.