SIN'S STILL IN THE HOUSE!
Somewhere, in some village, in a little corner of this vast, vast world, a phone box awaits, standing all alone, abandoned, redundant. The awaited phone call never comes through, no lonesome traveller walks in for refuge. Misplaced, displaced, the phone bows watches the days go by. Days get longer and brighter, then shorter and darker; all the same for the phone box in its eternal wait.
Don't we all have days where we feel like this? Abandoned, redundant, all alone.
Words and photography by Sinem
"Ars longa, vita brevis"
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