notes: new post

...behind my house- reconstruction, renovation, the EXPO steams on... man in cabin, fag in mouth, swinging the hyraulic arm and scoop with dexterity of a pianist. Rubble, dirt, that awful clay that suppoerts this entire town... a dump truck- battered, tired, blue and cream- its driver also sucking down a doubl happiness or two. Driver flicks ash. A woman returns home through the alleyway onto this scene, hoping to advance to her home in the tower block whose forecourt so desperately needed renovating. Her path guided by a lone sheet of 8'x4' to guide her into the hydraulics manic swinging path... her wits and apparently good luck alone will guide her to the other sheet of 8x4 that awaits anyone lucky enough to survive the gauntlet of pot holes, trenches, hardcore and rubble that was her environs this morning. She ducks, stumbles, but unflinching reaches her target, and guided safely to terra firma of the fire doors at the towerblock entrance. Didnt even blink.