Sad Monday, East London.

If it were not for the welcoming touch of family Toich I might of subtracted a fever of forever disdain for East London.

Indistinguishable ridden rubbish blown in on the weekend wind permeates the start of week forcing chemical claustrophobia. A substance overdose on end of month pay day giving way to dirt bags a dozen the open mouth oven gag the bottle throttled in and out get gout get as much as you can out of your two day break. Here comes the breakdown, again.

I rub my eyes and attempt to find the balance. Amazed at our ingenuity and stupidity. Progressive inventive destructive fools.

A bridge is used by three to cross the river mouth.

A concrete pipe makes a plan.