Sunday Morning Thought
This morning as my porridge boiled, I watched a plastic blanket dance in the intersection of two streets Near the kitchen window. The kind of grey white blanket that covers the scratchable surfaces on electronics goods when they are packed.
It fluttered and floated at the cars passing by for a few minutes, then disappeared down the street. I had thought it gone.
Then it came back, surprising me by walking sidewards back along the pavement by the side of the shiny black Audi parked on the corner.
Then it circled around the boot of the car and flew off down the street. Now I glance out my bedroom window at the shopping catalogues stumbling about.
I feel this is the time of visual silence, the time to watch trash: http://www.futureacoustic.com/silence/
