On Water xxxvi

dykes and drains cut land

deep unnatural slices

man bides not for tide

~

CLP 13/05/2021

L3(Day 68): On Screen

It was disarming to see my friend online today after so long. The voice I know. The face, so recognisable. The smile, more beautiful than I could remember.

~

CLP 15/03/2021

On Screen

Can you hear me now?

Yes, we can hear you now, but

we cannot see you.

~

n.b. How many months have we had to practice this? Come on boys and girls, please.

~

CLP 13/02/2021

On Playing xvii

You playing or not

quite certain what the game is?

Me neither. Your turn!

~

n.b. The uncertainty seems to be increasing as physical distancing continues. Does anyone know what is happening to us? I write from a place of personal freedom, personal distance, personal isolation. Good days, bad days, happy days and sad.

When I read a book that mentions about going for a drink in a crowded bar, or for a romantic meal in a Paris restaurant; or when I watch a movie where people just move about acting out lives that mean having to be close to others and dealing with the intimacies of existence, I think, ‘Is this how it was, or will be? It doesn’t look or feel right. This is not how it is.

Interacting online with everyone is a miracle of technology, but I am tired of it. Everyone is accessible, everyone is removed. What is the game we are playing?

~

CLP 28/01/2021

On the Street x

Photo quality

printer gutted, abandoned;

news unfit to print

~

CLP 09/10/2020