Friday, 19 June 2009


A cellar full of stuff - various junk and valuables - in a deserted house, all covered naturally enough in layers of dust, floating particles of which multitudes sparkle in the golden beam of a shaft of sunlight through a humble, hopelessly dirty window - or something poetic anyway like that. A forgotten world. But then someone descends, lifts a bolt and enters, and it's a forgotten world no more.

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