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| All Images: Central Leicester, Spring 2021 |
A tentative easing was offered, but many were, by now, too weary to remember the way back. Irrelevant, anyway - the joy bunkers remained barricaded for the duration. Reality once met a weak end here - slathered in product and desperation. Randomised reflection still slid from a gleaming facade, but little in the way of illumination had ever been achieved. The pointless search was shut down.
Little left to do then, but to observe the familiar rituals of mourning. A half-hearted paroxysm of grief was enacted for the passing of a half-remembered consort, as gun barrels tilted into icy wind. A convenient distraction was attempted once more, as the old order clutched on. A very formal tragedy for the last of a generation. 'A life of service' (but we were never really in this together - were we?)
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