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After navigating my way across wetlands along a tiny raised path, reeds and water on either side of me, I have reached a small section of what seems to be dry land also in a slightly elevated position overlooking the motorway with factories on the opposite side. I set up my tripod for the long exposure ahead. I am in blackness but the moon hangs hazily over the factories, romanticizing the unstoppable industrial machine that turns the earths valuable resources into the products that we will eventually throw away. Where is the sense. |
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