Early morning on a Monday public holiday. No one around but the odd cyclist, me and my restless feet. I took the photo because if I had to describe how I was feeling at the time, I’d have said: this colour is how my ennui feels.
I’m not happy, I’m not sad. I think I could be at that stage in the relationship where I’m comfortable but no longer excited being around her. Glad to come home, always, of course – but catch myself wondering if I could be enjoying myself somewhere else.
It happens with humans, it happens with cities. Especially, if like me, you’ve lived in a few of ’em. (I wonder where I’ll end up…?)