Thursday, 19 February 2009

We all live in little boxes

This was the final image from a roll of film ~ probably in 1973 or early 1974.

The youg boy had been showing off in the concerete playground constructed from building materials as a sop to being child friendly. He eventually sat down on the edge of the facility, looking at the wall of houses towering like prison cells for some twenty floors above him.

Was this to be his future... living in his little box and only allowed out to the concrete jungle for play or when older to work.

Perhaps in the 70s this was acceptable in the same city where the ousted **** MP swore at and berated the electorate before the the winning ****** MP was allowed to speak.

I know because I heard his rant through the PA system...

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