I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. 
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

 

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear 

 

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls, 
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls 

 

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear 
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse 

 

London by  William Blake


Eight Million

Eight Million is an approximate number of people currently residing in London, considered one of the finest cities in the world. With such high number of population one would never consider that London can be extremely quiet, empty and transcend feeling of desolation at times.

Eight Million is an ongoing project attempting to capture the stillness and isolation between the centuries old architecture mixed with modern glass structures. Even between the crowds, one can feel detached from it all.