17.1.11

they speak me

I have been away from here for a long time. We have just returned from camping and find the world wet with floods. There are rivers where there were none. 
We slipped back into town and I had an idea to remain in hiding for a few days by avoiding announcing our arrival just yet. But we had to go to the supermarket and aha and alas- we were spotted.
 
By the time I got back up the hill an email was waiting for me. 'Heard you had returned. There is a picnic tomorrow 1pm at the lake'
This is something I have been thinking about: how the town is made of these social gossip networks - this chattering that is the materiality of the place. 

1 comment:

jeremylukehill said...

Those of us who know you through this other (more? less?) material place welcome you home as well.