On the Street xii

Smiles become tight lips

Breaths held, sentences halted

Nothing to hear here


n.b. At first I thought this phenomena may be an unsociable characteristic of city life, but realised it is a new courtesy amongst the unmasked, a show of respect for passing fellow pedestrians with white hair; not breathing out, postponing the moment of exhalation until some random old boy has safely passed by.



On Politesse

Polite to the point

Of rudeness? Formality

Without connecting


CLP 07/07/2019

On Interculators

In conversation

Ears and eyes are essential

Tongues are merely guests


CLP 24/11/2018

Photograph by kind permission of Barbara Turney Wieland