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May 3, 2005
lampoetry
it says: "you come here to me tonight, we'll collect those lonely parts and set them down."
this appeared at my tram stop one day and i wondered about who wrote it and when, and why, and why specifically next to a tram timetable? there are so many stories, but we spend so much time wrapped up in our own. what if our own aren't the most interesting stories? or worse, what if they ARE and we're wasting too much time worrying about whether or not our story is interesting enough for someone else?
i like this. observing. making myself invisible. not reading other peoples' stories, but watching people *write* their stories, watching the act of 'writing' - (not always as literal as in this case). E6 proc C41.
Posted by reuben at May 3, 2005 3:16 PM