A new studio means new things to do, and this new studio brings with it the art of observation. Each week we must write down at least two different observations.
This rather flowery piece is called ‘Cautionary Orange’.
The building across from me has a hollow facade. Its front is an illusion. There were stairs there long ago, so long ago that they are burnt into the very foundations. But there are stairs no more. Only a zig-zag pattern, as though a blast tore them asunder, leaving only a stray cautionary orange door, leading to nowhere. Nowhere on the 5th floor to be precise. The very purpose of this nowhere is gone, all that is left is the illusion of a purpose, hanging in the air, amongst the acrid smells of newer, perkier buildings…
Hopefully my next observations will be more like observations, and less like poetic prose.