Vis Unita Fortior

The Sunday morning sun bleeds into concrete harbours the ghosts of grandparents. Across the street, a not sellotaped to a pound shop window reads: 'the worlds is better with you in it'. In a charity shop, portraits from the past witness the last dance of Doulton ballerinas as Deliveroo drivers flock for some kind of existence.

Vis Unita Fortior by Daniel Lyttleton.