At Coventry a railing reshaped by a car fender simultaneously forever pristine. The evoked Ballardian fetish impact unwinds as time reverses between two images.
The bird feeder moves away in Streetview and the birds flock down to feed in my photo behind the twisted railings.
The turf that clothes the bankings we will have sped by in the rain on the journey south, too quick for a photo but slow enough for memory, retains a brick like pattern - a wall of grass - that may one day fade into a continuous steep lawn against the honeycomb of concrete slabs.
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