WASTED DREAMS

From the safety of their parapets, an unblinking megalithic circle of cameras focus down upon this modern day ritual. Accepted normality slips into the shadows and sticks to their ‘feet', as they relentlessly convert tangible emotions into digitally sampled recordings.Now hidden in shadow Alex watches his mothers cracked lips, mesmerized by the light that dances over their silhouette and leaps to the tip of her tongue. The words “Forgive me” drip from her mouth and shatter as they hit the cold air, leaving an echo of deafening silence within his mind forever.

Pealing back the newspaper blanket Carol gazes down into her baby's eyes, allowing their wonderment to excuse her from what she is about to do. Mimicking the constant motion of an escalator descending into a subterranean hell, she lowers him gently into the depths of the waste basket, sealing his fate and cocooning him amongst insidious odours.