Polaroid Blipfoto #27

I stood there for ages trying to line the shot up.
My arm went numb. Time passed. Children grew up and had children of their own. I questioned my existence, I wondered why I was really doing this. Not just holding a Polaroid up to reality, but why I had chosen this job, why I live in this city, and why I like to clean my bits in a certain order in the bath. Now I need a little lie down, and rock myself to sleep to the sound of a tramp sucking cheese through his manky beard.