rain, grey, cumular nimboid cloudation, drizzle streets in a provincial town. Abandoned British sea-side resort (the last resort of the threadbare salesman on a route, selling plastic water-melons to down-heel hotels).
The inside of the neglected cupboard where you stuff the electric plastic detritus of supermarket impulse buys.
All finds its home here.
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