Those broken-into housing estates of dilapidated awareness; these open-ended, wine-filled conversations intrinsically instilled with sheepishly suggestive lethargy.
These admittedly English people with inter-developmental problems pertaining to one particular century old Wartime crime..Of angst and audible misunderstanding.
And artificially led by way of equally industrious and antagonized egos of hazardous anger aside outright close-minded entitlement.
All guns had to have been both importantly and impotently blazing and at all of the wrong kinds of inadvertent people – indeed those utterly incorrect, indirect and circumspect people who got themselves youthfully caught and killed…
In the tedium of the age-old cross fire- and all because of the darkness of an artist’s atrophy.