Empty London

Walking around the streets and lanes of East london just shooting what i see being told to fuck off or being asked if i would like a cup of tea never really being part of where  i was but meeting people that did belong in a bleak wet landscape on bikes on foot on barges behind stalls and through barber shop windows being asked if i had a light or was i lost im not sure i knew where i was 99 per cent of the time so i was permanently lost but not really bothered and also disappointed when i recognised a pizza express and realising i knew where i was so i went home on the d3.

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