Walking up King Street Newtown in a dreamworld of amateur philosophy, thinking about the simple joy of wandering the streets taking photographs, recording snapshots in time, and how lucky I am to be able to do this, to have the time, to have the freedom, to have my health, to be alive. My inner monologue ends with "because life is fleeting". Not two seconds later I see this installation, "life is fleeting." So I went to Vinnies.
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