The solitary figure cuts a sombre silhouette against the debris and rubble of the demolition site. A middle-aged man in a wool coat and flat cap, he stands motionless, his stare piercing through the chaos around him into an invisible, distant plane.
To passersby, he is just another bystander observing Danielson’s project’s inexorable march of progress. But for this man, the decimated landscape holds deeper, inexpressible meaning - this was once his childhood home, now reduced to a heap of buried memories.
