Discarded Intimacy

I did not expect to find any clothes on this outing to North London. However, walking back from Queens Park school I saw the trousers outside a shop. I was with a friend who has never seen me do this before and she was really disgusted by it. I did not do it straight away though. As much as I want this project to continue, I still did not like the idea of putting something very dirty and smelly in my bag. So I went to the shop across the street bought something and used the plastic bag to store the trousers. Again, no one was looking. Not many people went by but the ones who did not seem to care. The time I think was around 6 pm. A bit windy and cold. Oh, forgot to say where this was exactly: hmm it was in front of a shop in a junction on a street called High Road, NW10, London Borough of Brent.