dominoes are nice. set them up and push one, spaced well each will fall and push the next one. with forsight, the patterns set up can be amusing, the inital fall being superceded by an excitement of the next pattern to be fell.
i’ve finished applying paint today. the smell has reminded me of boyhood memories, it’s good to know i have some. my father wrote signs out of the family garage. he was good at it, a style of his own. driving round town i would know one of his boards. he’d set up after the company he’d worked for closed down by murdoch or someone like that. we never talked about things of importance in the family so it’s only years later that stuff starts to emerge. i wonder why i am so private about things. i was never shown that talking and sharing is a good thing and actually one of the fundamentals to be able to lead a happy and properous life.
strange my memories of where i grew up being stirred at a time where i’m possibly going to be interviewed connected with this programme, the place where i now live being a significant thing for the local paper. i’m cautious of the paper, if i can’t find anything dystopian to say, will the storey i tell be interesting…
i’m getting close to be able to fill the dystopian soundbyte explanation box, i say dystopian alot as i like to say it a lot now. try saying dsytopian 5 times in the course of the day…
so as it’s just you and me, i’ll share with you my soundbyte explanantion phrase…
ambiguous answers to notional questions.
what do you think ?
