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  • The rain will always find a way in, this time down the light switch, water stained red brown. At 1am my mind went to horror movie tropes rather than bad DIY, looking out on the flat roof for the leaking body that only existed in my head. The next night the bulb glowing without switch, a haunting of the elements.
    Where the water fell, hitting against the bathroom wall, a forest of liquid trees bloomed, russet browns and dried reds.
    Part of me wanted to photograph it, this liquid woodland, but there is a perfection in my head that would never have existed in the binary soup of a jpeg.

    Photographer: Ian Britton
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