I’m just a fountain. no one knows me, no one sees me, no one wants to use me. they ignore me, and avoid me. No one has cleaned me in a long time.
All the other fountains are numbered up to 8. I’m the only fountain without a number, and they just call me dirty fountain number 9. I’ve had dogs piss on my side, I’ve had kids spits on me, and all sorts of crap thrown all over me. No one gives a damn about me. But i see everything. i remember and know everything that happens here.
The day Mr...
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An ambitious and perhaps long project, Project: The Run came to me when I was standing on a tube train platform, waiting for the tube train to arrive.
It was a cold morning, the weather was quite bad, and I saw some grass which had change colour from green to brown, to a cream-like shade. This brought visions of a field to me. Following this, I saw some council flats around the area of the station, and it all sort of melded together into a melting pot of stupidity.
The plan is simple: to film one person being chased by a camera...
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Where the fuck was I? No wait, holy shit! I’m back at work. This can’t be right. I looked at the map again, Christ, at this point I could read maps as well as anyone with a vagina, which it was not at all. I sparked my second smoke.
It was left over from what I had the other day. I decided to treat the next few days as vacation days. Days I would be taking off to go abroad, in this case a 10 minute walk from the offices where I work. I forget whether the sun was shining. It...
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