27 Macklin St Derby DE1 1LE
I had wandered along the road in search of a hotel that wasn’t there and found a launderette that was.
The Pennine was almost gone.
The launderette was empty and offered an oasis of oddity in an otherwise predictable day.
There is always a mild sense of trepidation, entering a space devoid of folk, slowly placing footsteps tentatively, over those of the lost souls, that have trodden the worn floor coverings in times past.
Just look over your shoulder – I’ll be there.
Once inside the daylight fades, replaced by tremulous fluorescent tubes, illuminating the discoloured coloured surfaces.
Blown vinyl, damp carpet, dulled stainless steel, tired laminate and pine panels.
A fine mix of dystopia and cheerless optimism.
Everything is almost always out of order.