Life in the midst of a pandemic (2): Saturday afternoon in Brighton

Today I walked to and through the streets of Brighton. I wanted to capture this strange, surreal time.

I am also in the middle of massive, devastating heartbreak, and Saturdays have gone overnight from being time I spent with my ex and his daughter to… well, whatever the hell they’re going to become without these two people who I love in my life.

I took photos today. I hope that doesn’t seem ‘off’. I wanted to capture the city I live in, in the midst of a pandemic. It is a very surreal, strange and painful time for so many people.

On a personal note, so many of these places hold memories from my relationship, some of them made extremely recently. It was hard to revisit these spots in town where we had so recently held hands and where I had felt so happy. The eerie quietness was somewhat comforting. A solitary busker on Kensington Gardens took my breath away. I stopped to listen. He stopped playing, saying I made him self-conscious. I said sorry, told him he sang straight from the heart, and that I was grateful. I walked on.

This, right now, is what life is like. This is Saturday afternoon in Brighton in the middle of lockdown.