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


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