26/02/06

Right now Mum and I are in the middle of shifting house to Napier.

From the motel balcony I can see the town clock.

Through the sliding door, the Oscars are on TV.

The clock tower is lit up like a crazy insect.

The Woolworths barn white and roofless.

The street avoids it.

Lauren Bacall is introducing the good old days.

Shadows.

Voice bubbles..

Luckily, I haven’t missed a thing.

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