When the Camera Lies

I still remember the moment. I was standing on a balcony, waiting for the instant to arrive. It was a few weeks into the first lockdown and the streets were tumbleweed quiet. At the time, I was living in a suburb of Paris, jobless, with little inkling of what the future would hold. Having only entered the country ten days prior to confinement, I couldn’t have chosen a worse moment to mark my entrance. While lying in bed one evening, I heard the sound of a skateboard hurtling past my window. In the silence of lockdown, someone had turned the dead streets into a skatepark. <a href="https://william-sidnam.medium.com/when-the-camera-lies-eb1cbb1e84c">Visit Now</a>