Thursday, October 26, 2006
Walking to the bus stop at 9 in the evening, everything's wet and shining, light all tungsten and neon and halogen. The huge vertical billboard on the side of Manners has come unmoored down one side and ripped along the bottom. Flapping in the wind it looks just like a sheet hung out, except that it's six storeys tall and creeping, huge and clumsy, around the side of the wall like it wants to get in the window. The spotlight in the corner casts a huge shadow behind it which grows and shifts when the wind pulls it out and slaps it back. Down the road you can hear the sound of it crinkling and unfurling and whipping in the gale. It sounds not unlike thunder.
Posted by Homage at 12:43 PM