Thursday, April 16, 2009

It is raining. As small drops form on the windowpane and the world looks awash in monochromes of possibility and daylight, she wanders into the living room and stares at her curtains. They look badly in need of a wash. The supermarket is across the road, but it is too much trouble to walk across the road and buy detergent. Material culture needs either maintenance or replacement. All of it requires effort.