An average piece of graffiti is improved by the demolished piece of house used as it’s canvas.

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Felt like I was in Miami Vice.

See you tomorrow!

Walking down the street of a notably posh postcode in London, I must have seen the cleanest sheets drying in the chilling winter breeze.

How apt, I thought. Their laundry is as pristine as their street.

Have you ever witnessed a couple arguing when it was totally unavoidable? Say it was in public, whilst you were with friends or even with family members? It’s possibly one of the most awkward situations I’ve found myself in because you inadvertently hear very personal details which draw you into their relationship.

But for me, there’s something quite saddening by the more muted gestures of arguments. Such as engagement rings in pawn shops, bins suddenly overflowing with an array of once teasured posessions and I’ve even seen photographs with people cut out of them.

When I was walking home, I saw a pile of flowers strewn across the pavement. I immediately imagied it was as a result of an argument.

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The flowers were still in bloom so it seemed they must have been rejected due an emotional response and not due to their longevity.

Anyway, I felt sorry for them, so I scavenged a few and took them home. At least they had somewhat of a reprieve.

I hope I don’t see something like this for a while.