It is only a matter of time
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When you’re no longer humanly relevant, extinction is surely inevitable
Up-cycling is not always the most desirable, or practical solution
That existential sinking feeling: being on the edge of disappearing
Things once fundamentally essential are destined to become merely sentimental
When no more breath is drawn inside, the vessel dies
Flyposters adorn any spot seen as useless or appearing unloved
Underneath lay a splendour that time has ruined for evermore
Be assured that you’ll miss those things you once ignored
When ripped out, there’ll be no one to complain to
Your tales from the past will leave the grandchildren aghast
Bristol. August 2023
Westend, London. March 2019
Hounslow, London. May 2022
Nottingham, October 2020
Plymouth, March 2023
Soho, London. December 2023
Marylebone, London. December 2023
Manchester. March 2024
Marylebone, London. March 2023
Oxford Street, London. December 2023
All Nikon d750
I'm an enormous Dirk Bogarde fan, and this scene from his film "The Servant" makes one thing clear: there is no such thing as a private telephone call in a public telephone kiosk. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDD98EaFYow&pp=ygUoZGlyayBib2dhcmRlIG9uIHRoZSBwaG9uZSBpbiB0aGUgc2VydmFudA%3D%3D)
When I mutter to myself at work, people ask, "Who are you talking to? Are you talking to yourself?" I reply, "Yes. I'm the only person I can get a coherent answer from."
When people walk down the street blaring their conversation into the ether, I say to them, "What did you say?" and they reply, "Not talking to you, goff!"
Which only goes to prove my point.
This series is an ode to durability. "That existential sinking feeling..." is a strong combo of image and words.