Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Some mornings

I wake up a bit more shattered than others. As I open my eyes I know that I have two options. I can stay at home, in the safe (for now), yet depressing darkness of the flat, or I can stumble into the sunlight, and walk the deserted streets as the sun slowly burns off my clothes, crawl on all fours through the neglected town, watching the abandoned cars, dilapidated flats, empty bodies as they trip over me and still fail to notice me, lie in the middle of the apocalyptic main street facing dehydration, all in the hope that I will take a good photo before I am turned into a sunbleached skeleton. 

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