One day this ongoing collection may morph into something useable, but until then I just keep taking the pics. There are wires everywhere, cavalierly laid, strewn and dangling. Considering the value of all that passes through them- lives, loves, work and fun, I am fascinated by how many are just there. Draped around, open to the world.
In other parts of the world they wouldn’t last a day like this. Indeed, theft is up here too, so how long before these are ‘relocated’. What calamaties might befall folks whilst service is interrupted?
They say a lot to me, these wires.