I think Christchurch is one of those cities (most would call it a small town) in which the level of foot traffic actually peaks at 10pm-12am on a Friday night after which point it dramatically deflates down to a handful of tourists and construction workers during daylight hours of the typical weekday.
During my last days in Christchurch, I took the time to take a walk around the central city to document the city at this particular stage in time.
Take note of the fact that the streets are basically devoid of any human life.
Why did I take these photos?
I knew that in some point in the future I would look back at these and say either two things:
"What a desolate hole, I'm glad I left that cold, grey-skied ass crack of the world"
or
"What a peaceful paradise. I liked it didn't intermittently smell like shit and I could walk down the road without 30% of the population persistently trying to offer me unsolicited goods and services"
Take note of the fact that the streets are basically devoid of any human life.
Why did I take these photos?
I knew that in some point in the future I would look back at these and say either two things:
"What a desolate hole, I'm glad I left that cold, grey-skied ass crack of the world"
or
"What a peaceful paradise. I liked it didn't intermittently smell like shit and I could walk down the road without 30% of the population persistently trying to offer me unsolicited goods and services"
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