Monday, 20 February 2012
Monday, 13 February 2012
an exercise in absurdity.
Out of nowhere a circle appears. Uncle C. is drawing.
a place on the ground
turning around, tangle of people.
over in a flash
what am I here for.
fill the void, fill the void.
The cars rush around her, she cannot see anymore. They took away her sight in a corner of the abandoned Park. She wanders selling roses, a young girl trotting behind. When she appears in the cafe, Mother point at her and tells us that see what happen when you do not take care of yourself. We know better, we like her.
Monday, 6 February 2012
Today we feel generous. We take them to the beach, point at the birds and say how lucky they are to be here. They look at us bemused. On the beach, we are alone and for that we are grateful. We do not understand them. After a while, Mother arrives in disarray and ask what do we think we are doing. She drags us away by our hair. The beach has never feel so vast and away.