‘on the cusp of eternity’… wind scattered zimmer, the sword of damocles… an in situ piece newhaven swimming baths
its jaunty angle suggests there might be some banter to be had with mortality itself? that which looms above and beyond all of our lives
just as well we’re all horribly middle class, else there might be a suspicion some oiks had heisted it from the day care centre and frivolously hoist hoiked it up there? as if