it’s empty,
not really sure what I was thinking,
sometimes you hear voices from down the stairs,
a whistle or laughter floating,
it really has an echo this place.
you can see what was there before, people’s things,
a piece of tape,
sun burnt outlines,
a piece of wood,
a broken pot,
dust…
i thought i had ideas, now well, i’m not so sure,
spaces change perspectives, so do sounds, it smells the same-
a lot of sounds come from outside, hum of traffic,
crunch of a trolley on the concrete, I like that sound.
i went to the botanical gardens earlier this week,
also an empty space, fresh though-
wasn’t that empty, there were lots of beautiful things there,
fossilised tree: i had liked that.
see image, attach here, sign in, out-
make?
write?
chew? (odd word)
today? tomorrow? yesterday?
rumbling has started again outside with the trolley, it’s fast and comforting.
