battersea

sunday. southwark bridge road. red light. blue balloon hopping across pedestrian crossing, wind-blown into life, one line at a time, covered in stars. women going sunday church. war memorial. right turn. speed down. blurred landscape. squirrels racing round. a pause. heat. slow climb. a companion. a wish. a stop.

rico mcdonald

one of these days i will do what i keep saying one of these days i will do and write that exposé on exploitative labour practices in the ngo/civil society sector. until then, i'll just have to hope that my 'loan' will be repaid in full in the not too distant future.