Often at university I find myself deep in thought to avoid the glare of a camera lens.
As do others like Stu.
But he just can't help looking sometimes.
Naomi sometimes uses laughter as a distraction.
But a book helmet can't save her when she does.
Alison has the formula.
Stuart fails to look away again.
They've got it.
Losing it.
Lost it.
Got it.
Got it.
Got the colour.
Jamie was playing shoulders knees and toes.
JJ was counting fingers.
The looking away protocol was about to end.
"Any spare Bru pal?"
The protocol was dying.
Gone.
But not forgotten.
Remembered fondly.
By many.
Sometimes commemorated in dance.
For a while.
But colour invades purposefully sometimes.
Never away for long.
Invasive and obscuring.
Whilst we walk away.
Going home.
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