Much like an Emperor Penguin, I periodically visit the old hatching grounds.
This time, I took the opportunity of photographing my austere little room at my mum and dad’s house. As you can see, it is full of 1950s science fiction novels, old VHS tapes, model robots and effigies of Frank Sinatra. Oddly, this spread makes my room look like a busy, information-rich enclave but the truth is that it’s very functional and more akin to a submarine’s sleeping quarters than a teenager’s bedroom in the suburban Midlands.
Note the fact that there is no bed.
