Lost in a landscape: Little Snoring

When you drive you travel along the edges of things, where modern life has built a wall along the edge of the land, the tall banks, berms and tree lines of the A roads and motorways where the litter and pieces of spent tyre lie in the dust. The piles of scrapings screen us from cross-winds and break up and block the rushing view? I get it sometimes, in the lacklustre suburbs, the protean ganglions of thin skinned mock everything housing squeezed into tiny cost efficient blocks, the spread of light industrial and commercial spaces along the landward side...

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