I walked about the streets of Dundee, taking shots of changing pavements before me; I compiled the different images into a life cycle, ending with the tiny dead bird and an arrow, signifying death and questioning what comes after we die.
6.7 billion disappear
behind me, no looking back
flicker of
sunlight through iron cast railings
whispering
through autumn leaves
'I Am That I Am'
clouds charge on
heart pounding
feet aching
salty
lips
breathe
I Am
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