131: Wayside

131 roadside

Ragworted roadside, where the vagabonds and the roadkill can lay unnoticed for days, what should we do without your margins? For these borderlands are precious buffer zones, where the lost, straggling and dead-tired keep edge-dweller faith and imagine different routes. Here the mindless zooming is observed by eyes with time to ponder, and great thoughts raise their unsure heads to wave unseen like weeds in the mist.
Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015

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