? Where Birds Come To Die ?

Three years in a northern city.
A bleakness, an industrial desolation, an undercurrent of intense sadness.
The vandalism, the factories, the chimneys, the rain and wind. I hear no birds, nature is receeding, forced to the periphery.
A destructiveness that builds in tension but is ultimately
unresolved - not a sudden death - it is fast but faltering, hesitant and impotent.



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