Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Twisted into place

I had been wandering through the collection at the museum all morning, looking at countless works of art I’d only seen on screens. The originals had less effect upon me than their printed and digital copies ever had. I couldn’t event bring myself to take more than a brief glance at work I had loved so much in my student years. I figured it was time to leave and made my way to the exit.

As I pushed the door my hand opened out and left a full print on the glass. I felt myself pause for a moment before I stepped out into the rain and walked down the sloping road toward the ferry port.

The ferry drifted into view. The bow of the boat contacted the jetty and twisted into place. I stepped onboard and found a dry seat inside. On impulse I checked my phone but it was already flat. Unsure what to do with my hands or eyes I turned to the window. The boat was passing a fun park. It was busy despite the weather, filled with people being thrown around and dropped from great heights. From a distance they seemed to be living easy lives without any burden or sadness.

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