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Images from a day’s walking: a crowd staring into a
burnt out shop. That night on tv I am with a Chinese family eating
when they see the news and jump up to see. It is odd how excited
they get, but then I suppose, whenever something about our life –
however tangential – comes onto the news.
Old people sit under the bridge, each with two pieces
of paper or cardboard – one for each buttock – arranged carefully
before they sit down.
Walking past a street of rubbish trader. Sitting in
doorways folded cardboard towers behind them, sacks of plastic
bottles.
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