Translating Observation | Observation 3 | Noah Hodgson

The boredom of lockdown has well and truly set in as I sit in the front room of my house listening to yet another record – just the same as I did yesterday and the day before that. Today it’s The Strokes “Is This It” spinning at thirty three and a third rounds per minute, refracting the rays of sunlight shining through the window back onto the wall as it spins. I look out the window to the same patch of road I see every day as a local child fly’s past on his three wheeler, following the same path I’ve seen him on everyday since I moved into this house. To my left sits a mirror, still yet to find it’s new home in this house even despite me having nothing better to do than find it one. My dog enters the room and exits as quickly as he entered – I guess he’s just as stuck for things to do as I am. These lazy days playing vinyl used to be the best days I had in busier times, but now that they’re all I have, I feel just like that record, spinning around and around in circles.

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