Whenever you walk around campus on any day of the week, at any time of day, you are bound to see something different each time. One sided conversations in empty rooms, script pages scattered like autumn leaves, limbs sticking out of dolls prams (fake, of course) and blood stains (also fake… I hope) are entirely normal, daily occurrences.
As I enter the final term of my MA, I will try and savour these moments, the disparate made mundane.
Walking on Campus, A Haiku
Doors swing, distant laughs
Futures sketched on dark stage floors
We’re the performers
Photography copyright: Christina Bulford Photography