the empty film set

This is my derelict Thursday shot. The building sits on Byres Road, among all the busy West End comings and goings. Like an unused prop in a film set.

This past week or so I've been struggling. It is as if life has suddenly become a film set rather than a film itself. The buildings just props lying idle, people are not actors but extras. The film set lies dormant waiting for a narrative, waiting for a story. Waiting for the cameras to roll, for incident and action to take place. So, my days recently have felt that I have wandered into the lot of an empty film set and I'm waiting, wondering whatever could this film be about?