We hear the crackle of walkie talkies filling the silent night with whisperings of what they think we do.
We see the debris of fallen cigarette butts and cans strew that we did not put there. We know our mess and this one wasn’t ours.
We notice… and altho we thought we were alone in our beloved, abandoned Dystopia, we know now that we ain’t. The faceless monsters in the shadows, watching, forever watching our movements, writing it down in for all to read. And so we pluck out the eyes that we feel burning down on us one by one.
Without sound we take em out.. one by one.. silent assassins of the judgmental eyes we find ourselves subjected to.
Nothing to see here.
What I’m wearing:
Shoes – [VALE KOER] Tippytoe Chucks Maitreya
Trousers – KITJA – Naomi Pants BLACK (Maitreya Lara)
In the scene:
Pose – Del May – Scale the Fence
Spray Can – [flit ink] Graffiti Spray Cans Post Apocalyptic Eddition
Sign – 7 Emporium – We Are Watching Sign
Camera – 7 Emporium – CCTV Camera