Photography & words.
there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
there’s light at the end of the tunnel
Virus. Pandemic. Covid Times. Lockdown. All that misery and suffering, people dying and being held prisoner in your own home. Officially-sponsored panic mode and house arrest ruled the land. You ventured outside at your peril.
One day I’d had enough. I needed to escape the confines of four walls, so out I went camera at the ready. There I was, walking along the South Circular. In Wandsworth, I think. It was a balmy Saturday evening. Hardly another soul about. Everything shut. An eerie silence prevailed, broken only by the passing of an occasional car. I got the shock of my life as it dawned on me, I could hear birds singing in the midst of this urban sprawl made desolate through contagion.
Then I saw an advert hoarding with the phrase: “There’s light at the end of the tunnel.”
An unfamiliar word sprang to mind, “Hope”.
And I dared to.
Nicholas Mackey
London, England
20th August 2024
Listen in.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel.
There’s an existential threat that has come to dwell amongst us.
Invisible, virus-laden. Laced with Armageddoned menace.
Will I survive or will I succumb, that is the question.