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.