Big Ben

Today’s tomorrow is yesterday’s past and tomorrow’s future yet with each slow tick of an extravegant clock resting on your arm, we lose the present and are left with nothing. Nothing results in an equation of bleakness and torture and round the corner drug deals. This is no distinction between hat and dog, rug and man, just a faded idea of what we believe but what do we believe when nothing exists? Wires run between you and me but we are miles apart, but this is just a distance, a number to be lost in the equation.

Big Ben

Siam Sam

Mareeba, Australia

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An unfair compromise

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