in_stanţe_burgheze

park chairs... arched lined up lodging park benches... as a property as a bed and a temporary house as a portal to another dimension of you as a clock's hands hour hand minutes hand seconds hand seconds hand seconds hand  some old clock's hands waiting for the bus

polyethylene terephthalate... plastic bottle... a ruthless assassin or a  merciful angel? Why are we here (? Question) (Answer, Carlin style) on the eternal question... proof of recklessness proof of civic spirit promiscuous usefulness... punk Le Plastique, c’est dramatique Le plastique c’est fantastique   in everything and in all things, GOD, DIY material... Philosophy quasi-religious rgulation, almost a dogma,  Single-use Plastics Directive and... A way of life A way of making a life, beyond recycling as a symbol or an anathema I walk... I see people carrying them... bottles I don't know what to think, they appear in my path, all over, feverishly searching for them... or for the notes of Amelié... ou À la recherche du temps perdu... or is some Pursuit of Happyness Who knows? I just wonder! I walk... p.s. for ordinary people Almost forgot... I'm carrying a bottle with me... with water or maybe I am one with some thoughts... for the sea of tomorro...