A new view.
At the moment I look out on to a field, and past that the local cemetery. Every day I’m profoundly humbled while I watch people visit the site of their buried beloved. They change the flowers, pick out weeds, stand with their hand on the tombstone. Just stand for a while. A quick chat. The last row gets the most visitors, the first rows are long forgotten now. The walk back to the car is so much slower, it punches you in the gut. This daily bit of perspective; advertising is not everything.















