
Essays.
Newest frames.

Golden Arrow buses on the rank at first light, seen from above, the shadows longer than the people.

A child's hand over the same fire, closer.

Illegal immigrant with their hands out over a fire of scrap in the road, before the Home Affairs opens on the dock.

A figure stands behind wet glass, present as a shape and nothing more.

Word reaches the taxi that the Springboks have won, and a passenger throws her head back with both fists up while the row behind her carries on.

An officer in body armour raises both hands in a shop doorway while two men watch from inside.

A woman waits on the traffic island outside a bookshop, seen through the gap between two dark shapes.

A man sits in a doorway beside a painted antelope and two arrows, his bedding rolled up next to him.

Two lit crosses on the front of the Universal Church of the Kingdom of God, a car going past, a man pushing his trolley home along the kerb.

Numbered structures in ruled lines to the horizon, and a boy turning himself over in the sand outside the fence.

A young man rests his hand against his face on the morning train, the carriage packed around him.

Vents, a light that is not on, and a passenger's head against the dark.
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