These things, they’re your banality when you’re open to observing the Kampala realities. It’s ours to see, and to deal with. The ugly poetry in the violent use, abuse, and discarding of things. The mystery of the story of how they end up exactly where they are, the state they are in, the lives that were performed using them, and the probability that you see them, stop and stare, and even pull out a mechanical eye to record them and share the passion of our careless city. Shitty city in many ways that many numb ourselves to. Is it that we’re not open to ideas of better organization of our lives? Or are we under the impressions of not owning the world we live in? This is an entry into the @32degreeseast - @klaartfestival - @uppaward photo competition. #ItsOpen #ThisIsOurs #KLAART21 (at Kisaasi College School) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPTnb8NrPlR/?utm_medium=tumblr