If there had been a bicycle in Pompeii when Vesuvius popped its cork, I like to think it would look a bit like the dusty Decathlon that you now see before you.
This shopping bike is interred in the subterranean company car park that I use. Building work recently began near one of the bike racks, sending all the bicycles on it fleeing – except this one, which is why it is now covered in a thick layer of dust.
It used to be a bike; now it’s a shadow of one. Maybe, if another cloud of dust emerges, it will become invisible. I hope it stays a while.