American Beauty. That’s what you’re thinking right? If you’re not, go watch the movie, then come back.
Back? OK. Walking back late from an event in central London, I was about to go up the steps to cross the Thames and saw this bag. It was anchored on the spot by something inside it, but was flailing around in the breeze.
It struck me as decidedly organic (chemists, please don’t hate me for that turn of phrase). Trapped at the bottom of a set of lonely stairs, it was tugging at its roots, longing to be picked up by the breeze and blown away from the stationary stone.
So I took a picture. And now, 15 seconds of the bag’s vain struggle are frozen forever. Do you think it will escape?