I stare out into the parking bays and notice the red taillights of a car.
Somebody has left them on.
Should I get up and go see who’s it is?
Maybe I should call them?
Murray is packing & moving boxes from his room to the upper stairwell.
Eventually he comes down with a box in his hands
"Is there no more space in that box room?"
"No, I’m taking all this stuff to my car… I’m not going to be here next year"
I suddenly remember that he is leaving.
I watch him walk up to the car with the taillights on.It’s his.
"Do you need help?" - That’s the question I want to ask him.
But then I remember, that I can’t photograph him if i’m helping him.
So I stay were I am,
& I shrug off my humanity for a few seconds - Just so I can take a picture.
Charles Harry Mackenzie