City laneways
A solitary chef or kitchenhand takes a break after the lunch rush. The laneway is deserted. His motorbike is nearby. There is no traffic, no people, no history. The moment is. I’m the voyeur / flaneur who wanders the city with time to see these fragments of existence.

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