A stump of dead tree, a parched shrub, and the territorial song of the jackhammer destroying a new shop to put up an even more spanking new shop: no wonder the world's in a mess.
The interchange retail park is a soulless place, a materialist's shrine designed to welcome hundreds of fossil-fuel-burning pilgrims with bank accounts.
The interchange retail park is a soulless place, a materialist's shrine designed to welcome hundreds of fossil-fuel-burning pilgrims with bank accounts.
The few surviving trees and the grass between the paving slabs remind shoppers of the natural world which their behaviour is destroying. Strangely the pilgrims all looked tired and fed up - despite the invitations to drink coffee, vape, and munch fast food. I wonder why.