Bob Gearing

Surreal, were it not Real (Sydney, 05:09, 22/03/2020)

Fine sand bakes, unshadowed, on Bondi Beach in the mid-day sunshine. The Kaaba is deserted; desultory knots linger at the Western Wall. Lonely footfall sends metallic echoes down the steps at Waterloo station. Redundant car horns on 5th Avenue; a …

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