Friday, 27 February 2015
Being Something I'm Not
Life was so cloudy, as if the sun had drawn all the colour out and faded it into a mist of hippie nostalgia; like watching a slideshow of photo slides from the 60's. A parent holding each hand of a baby that's on the cusp of becoming a toddler, as it takes a tentative step toward the camera. Bicycles built for best buds who beam smiles from their shiny metal Schwinns, lazing against their elongated seats and their curved back handlebars. A man in a moustache holding a wooden oar and posing in front of an impossibly out of fashion, dated looking canoe.
It was naturally abnormal and abnormal in its naturalness. A reality that existed and yet never could have existed; never would, nor ever would again.