Route: House to bus stop via two banks
Duration: 10 Mins
Time of day: Morning
Surface: Topography of the streets, great images are being drawn in my mind of the skin of this landscape (townscape?).
Lines: The horizontal lines are interrupted by verticals. I'm thinking of parallax and this makes me
imaging everything is illusion. We may even be living in a synthesised invention and not know it.
Detail: I'm walking with a child who is seeing this route (a regular one for me but not for him) through untainted, fresh eyes. He picks up every detail. Observations of inanimate minutiae but also the movements of birds, people, vehicles all get mentioned. The everyday. ........
Pace: My companion walks very slowly. It forces me to slow down. This is agonisingly slow at first but I eventually enter a sedate pace.
Burden: As usual I'm carrying a lot of baggage. I begin to remember, at the age of my companion or roundabout, being read the Pilgrims Progress by our Welsh class teacher, Mr Davies. The only part I remember is the rucksacks. Or what I took to be rucksacks being carried for no reason for the whole journey. The burdens were unnecessary.......
Duration: 10 Mins
Time of day: Morning
Surface: Topography of the streets, great images are being drawn in my mind of the skin of this landscape (townscape?).
Lines: The horizontal lines are interrupted by verticals. I'm thinking of parallax and this makes me
imaging everything is illusion. We may even be living in a synthesised invention and not know it.
Detail: I'm walking with a child who is seeing this route (a regular one for me but not for him) through untainted, fresh eyes. He picks up every detail. Observations of inanimate minutiae but also the movements of birds, people, vehicles all get mentioned. The everyday. ........
Pace: My companion walks very slowly. It forces me to slow down. This is agonisingly slow at first but I eventually enter a sedate pace.
Burden: As usual I'm carrying a lot of baggage. I begin to remember, at the age of my companion or roundabout, being read the Pilgrims Progress by our Welsh class teacher, Mr Davies. The only part I remember is the rucksacks. Or what I took to be rucksacks being carried for no reason for the whole journey. The burdens were unnecessary.......
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