Hubert Raptor fidgets uneasily in his worn, mechanically adjustable chair.
“I object to the term ‘para-academic’. It carries with it the implication that I am in some way, under qualified”, he states.
This temporary office space with it’s exposed concrete walls promotes a feeling of surreptitious, not quite legitimate occupation; while the single bar electric fire does little to relieve the cold, it’s orange glow provides at least the promise of warmth.
In response to a question I did not ask he replies: “Do not be confused by the modesty of our surroundings; we are the moth that drinks the tears of the sleeping bird.”
Photos: Kimberly Annan and Robert Carter.