ExhibitD


I was bored so I decided to think about life in general. The above panned shot is the result, kinda like finding meaning in the most boring of sceneries… that and I was harbouring pretentions about my own ‘noble soul’ (oh, the sentimentality of that just leaves me breathless). Ha!


The skies were darkening and the winds picked up; ominous flashes of lightning randomly warned me of charred death-by-electrocution and exhorted me to take refuge in my car. I ignored them all in pursuit of meaning amongst tyre-tracked mud and anaemic clumps of grass.

And like Hamlet, I found my own Yorick, bruised, tattered and misused by the masses, a true companion and dear friend. Its broken body spoke to me so eloquently of the spirit of Man, dashed against the jagged cliffs of an unalterable Fate; its innards, so exposed, bore mute testament to its final shame — its gross humanity revealed and no final refuge even in that most final, lifeless facade! Ah me! Ah my!

exhibitB
Ah! Such nobility laid so low!
Dear, dear friend, giver of gifts, proprietor of spandex-clad,
skin-tight helpers, ah me!
Ah my!

exhibitA
“My dear effete friend,
In tutu decked and bearded, grand,
N’er more this earth to walk,
Lonely housewives n’er more to stalk…”

exhibitC
And the skies almost wept for dear Santa…


And I stood at the threshold of the birth of a tragedy…

;)