Railing and Baffling
Almost chilly as I crept out of Mum and Mason's house having snacked on toast and a banana.
To Stanmore and into town. Walking down from Euston Square station passed some Phantom Railings, an interactive sound sculpture that uses the movements of pedestrians to evoke a phantom of a lost iron face, a sound like someone running a stick of wood along a fence.
A day that was baffling and boring by turns. Seems I have only to write one thing, and to treat the week as a kind of briefing. I sit there and take notes feeling a bit like a pork chop in a synagog. Home to supper, and a hug from my lovely wife, and some miaows from Calliope.
To bed, and then a call from Toby, he and Romy now back from Japan.
Below, a delightful Brighton based Charleston video. Yay. Brighton looks lovely.
To Stanmore and into town. Walking down from Euston Square station passed some Phantom Railings, an interactive sound sculpture that uses the movements of pedestrians to evoke a phantom of a lost iron face, a sound like someone running a stick of wood along a fence.
A day that was baffling and boring by turns. Seems I have only to write one thing, and to treat the week as a kind of briefing. I sit there and take notes feeling a bit like a pork chop in a synagog. Home to supper, and a hug from my lovely wife, and some miaows from Calliope.
To bed, and then a call from Toby, he and Romy now back from Japan.
Below, a delightful Brighton based Charleston video. Yay. Brighton looks lovely.
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