Seeing the wild
On the road is bourne out of my life of recent years, being a dad, living in the home counties, commuting to work. Its not a journey of discovery, its a journey of repetition, sickness and of addiction. Stuck within the bounds of middle classness, hooked on consumerism and throw away meaninglessness. Freedom is a myth, its for those who don't want to see, who don't look outside of the lines. Being on the road is on invisible rails, chained to the next person and the next and the next.
On the road is a work in progress, over the next few months I'll be adding to the images and taking some away. I don't know where its going, maybe Rome.
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