Balham High Road, September 3rd

Have you ever noticed those mysterious spots on the pavement? Stains that have no obvious explanation. Spillages from the past, permanent blemishes on the pure, clear concrete. Few care about the random spoilage of the paths we tread. The dark grey stains I suspect are usually roadworker's tar, and several can be seen in this image. We ignore the permanent mess these speak of, our eyes are soon drawn to the regency black and gold of the London litter bin. It's grandness a clear reminder that humankind is ever keen to purify our world from debris.

The puke in this picture seems to be between two worlds, neither one thing nor another. The vomitous a few days old, it missed the bin, which would be emptied each day. It's not been cleared up. But it is clearly not there forever. The transience of life, described in pavement puke.