On my journey through Manchester, I crawled through a tiny hole underneath this tall fence and stood up to see this huge wasteland, filled with random objects and rubbish. Down by this ditch which led to underneath a bridge, I saw that two homeless people had fashioned their own hut out of the rubble and was just sitting out in the sun, fishing, looking content. Climbing again through the hole and brought back into the city I see students walk passed carrying Selfridges bags. This was such a massive contrast which I found incredibly interesting.
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