We don’t see you, at least not yet, as feet take up focus on the treacherous cobbles. Then comes that bottleneck bridge where cycle, car and person all jostle to cross the glistening dockside.
Suddenly, there you are.
Llike a derelict patch, a glitch in the cultural landscape that causes us all to double take.
We turn heads, look up from lattes, falter in our pre-work chatter. It’s not right, that’s a given. Something needs to be done.
If you’re still there tomorrow, we’ll be sure to think it again.