Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Pop, con-cen-trate and touch.

1. I walk under a wild cherry tree. The pavement is covered in fallen cherries, which pop and crunch under my feet.

2. There is a shop being done up near work. A plasterer is sealing cracks, poking his tongue out as he works.

3. When I write I press too hard, so the backs of my notepad pages take on a lovely nubbly, veiny texture.

Workshop, documentary and end.

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