From this chair I am aware of three lights brightly shining and casting shadows on the rooftop of a garage, a light from an upstairs window is quietly, dimly shining, with an occasional shape moving mysteriously across it, one of the lights has just turned off, and come back on again, the movement of a cat probably. From here, I wonder what angle I am sitting in, at, on, in relation to the buildings around me. It’s important I think, I wonder how I could find this out ?, I’m detached from knowing this of course, these things constantly evade me unsurprisingly.
The lights outside seem to be displaying some kind of subtle interplay, a silent symphony, the brake lights of a passing car giving sympathy to the erratic movement so of the air, there are two lights that stay on permanently, either side of a door they guard the entrance/exit, they represent some kind of examination of my mind, a slow ontological appraisal.
It is now the following morning, a murky light illuminating the landscape, and now from this chair I can see at an angle, acute to me, are two sets of concrete fences, each with six slats in them, and although stained quite badly they are still forming a barrier to a private scapular wilderness, halfway up the second of the two fences is a bush of nettles, opposite a telegraph pole, and at a significant angle it leers over everything, it has exactly twenty one electronic tentacles all of them transporting information and energy to be used by the various animals. Diagonal to me is a large tree, and behind that is a larger one, they’re greenness is almost obscene, it seems to confused with its own foliage, to the left hand side are incredibly green leaves, lush and frightening, and gradually as your eyes move right they lose some of they’re colour and veracity. From my viewing capsule I can see five garages, I often wonder what lies within them, there could and I imagine that there is, the lost clues to past murders and misdemeanours, lost keys, high heeled shoes from a 1950’ hooker. Last night there were the two lights guarded the doorway , today in the natural light the door reveals the numbers 267, an odd cipher for an internal mystery, in the buildings attached to the lights I can count fourteen windows and four doorways.
It's later in the evening now and I seem to be in a slightly different position, and it’s useless to observe now.
