Saturday, 22 October 2011

there is beauty in the city : the conversation - #13

glen stoker:

I walk past this window a few times a week and always feel compelled to peer inside. The dishevelled room,  is a workmen's rest room and is inhabited by a fridge, a microwave oven, a heater and a couple of chairs.

And a table.

I've never seen anybody in the room. But I know there's a human presence because the table always has something on it. Usually it's a folded tabloid newspaper. Today it was a carrier bag, full of tomatoes.

No comments: