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| RTomens, 2022 |
We walked West from Chiswick Bridge. The tide was out, leaving wrecked boats high and dry amid the exposed rubbish and fragments of less sturdy, abandoned vessels. Yet across the river, the lush flora was bursting with life, as if to mocks man's efforts to build anything permanent. For a moment, it struck me as very Ballardian and I half-expected the few remaining people to sail past in a boat, looking for refuge in a drowned world.
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| RTomens, 2022 |
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| RTomens, 2022 |
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