Monday, 23 January 2012

haiku shadowed

"The young man next door;

you'd never have known he was there

he kept much to himself."

image: Jeff Wall's Man with a Rifle (detail)


  1. That is the sort of neighbour I like.

  2. Pat, just for you I've highlighted my local farmers market in the next post - it's where I do most of my shopping. Beats neon strip lights and bingbong announcements and purring fridges and till queues and stressed out cashiers and airconditioning chills and migraines and headaches and the glare of psychotic packaging and narrow aisles and screaming kids and crisps and energy drinks and security doormen and credit card machines and bland pop music and EU brainwashing standard size apples and toms . . . etcetera I think.


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