‘The Elusive 33’ – Upper Richmond Road, SW13 (1800)

A small cluster of passengers awaiting their bus. Glances at the electronic board yielding no real sense of accuracy. An old man sitting in the shelter holds court. A well rehearsed monologue for those interested. Talk of fines for running late, buses consequently terminated at the Red Lion…’Boris’s buses’ (like ‘Boris’s bikes’, as though he were a benign, well known uncle). The mystery of the everyday. Deconstructing an embedded system as though it were a branch of science (and philosophy). 


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