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 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.
Shadow on the Wall
St. Paul’s Cathedral
Passage Between the Worlds