Month: August 2018

XXX. frayed

A watch of nightingales, a kit of pigeons, an abandon of thoughts. The equivalent of grinding lenses today? What would Spinoza do? Code? The computer is our primary optical device, a  telescope of sorts. People are stuck to them as they walk around. Activity behind me that I cannot see. She was penciling her face when I walked past to sit one row in front. Now she must be packing her face-colours away. Breakfast wrappers uncrinkle audibly. In a pink shirt he reads something about Manchester United in large font on a Samsung phone, his blue bag so frayed you wouldn’t keep it unless attachment to it was a carelessly formed habit, like chewing fingernails, which he does too. The train is full after three stops and the driver’s young voice announces another unscheduled stop at Welwyn Garden City. His fair hair matches a Sainsbury’s bag. Blue pullover, blue shirt. He is studying Japanese with a frayed exercise book. Yesterday between Farringdon and St. Pancras two men talked about a younger colleague at work: I …