Wednesday 23 July 2008

It was a move I was willing to make. From one room to another. And so I set about, I packed my desk into a few boxes. I packed my files into one. My books and cds, dvds videos etc went into a further couple of boxes and my clothes into a suitcase and bag.
A box of photographs from my childhood. I search through them remembering a photograph of my family. I find it. I search our faces, For fun, for happiness. Still there. Caught in that moment of childhood pleasure- a family united by celluloid. But caught, as well, in one corner, coming from behind a tree. An old man sneaking. Pulling a small child. And in this age of anxiety I immeadiately thought the worst.
Then I made jokes about it.

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