Translating Observation | Observation 2 | Noah Hodgson

The view out my bedroom window carries with it a certain feeling of impermanence. While what lies there now is a view out into an open and empty field, already the signs of development are there, with construction machinery and workers beginning to lay the groundwork for what will become yet more gentrified suburbia. An orange digger moves about shifting the ground for the road that will eventually reach over to my row of houses. The sky looms large and open, with strips of dark clouds with bright linings from the sun that’s rising into the middle morning behind them. Though it’s nothing flashy, I do like my simple view out the window. But simultaneously I realise it won’t and can’t last. The house I’ve just moved into has been here for mere months, and in the coming months and years more just like it will spring up in that empty field, vastly changing the view presented.