Storey Art.
Lights Out At The Fairground.
18//6/22
On my journey we were attacked by all manner of creatures. “We don't wanna hear your racist jokes.” That’s what people screamed. I felt like, can I stay at home? This feeling of the park, I can’t let it go. “I don’t wanna wake up.”
There’s nobody around in this part of town, a couple of people are preparing a camping trip. “The cost of living has went up.” “Yeah I heard there was a crisis.” “Yeah, that's the tents packed.” They got into the car and got going.
There was a time I hated you. “Forget these things man.” Ok “I got 20 pound from my mum today.” “Cool is that you sorted for the month?” “Aye.” I wondered more so about my safety for the time, people were falling because of ailments. It was making them aggressive. They couldn't work as well as they deserve. This was because of this living crisis the state was in.
“It keeps us alive.”
“Tearing into the night.”
I felt like for so many miles that it wouldn’t stop. “Where else did you go?” “Well I had walked down past the library, at Commercial Road and I had seen these campers, they were going camping.” “Oh, right.”
“You want a holiday mum?” I thought a little bit more about those campers. “Yeah I guess we can go get an idea or something.” “Yeah sure.”
Few days later we were doing the shopping and we were looking around. When I looked at sports bottles I thought i’ll ask my mum about the holiday again. She said “Yeah well, well have to wait for the end of the month it’s better to plan it then.” “Cool do you want a BBQ tonight?” “Yeah ok.” We went around and we bumped into a couple and got talking…. I overheard “Y’know were out to que for something like that”. “I guess stick in with societies”.
“Broken lights.”
“Sleep away the night.”
“Watching you fall asleep.”
“So many miles.”
“You could be my someone.”
Arran Storey.
Digital Photograph.
Dimensions.
6 x 4
Storey Art.
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