Pocket Ethnography

I’m in a small town called Brantley.

It’s somewhere in the Pennines.

It’s a knight mare!

People are on drugs… there are shopping trolleys strewn left, right and centre.

People with syringes in their arms slumped in shop doorways.

What happened in Brantley?

Who knows?

Who cares?

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