Sometimes its great to do touristy things in your own city – the stuff you don’t normally do. Stay in a hotel at the harbourside, have a ‘rear window’ experience. You are anonymous – try a fake accent!
threads of light
looking out of windows into other windows
inside, blurred shadows, half-glimpsed
A leanfaced young man with steel eyes and a thin highbridged nose sat back in a swivel chair with his feet on the new mahongany-finish desk. His skin was sallow, his lips gently pouting. He wriggled in the little chair watching the little scratches his shoes were making on the veneer. Damn it I don’t care. Then he sat up suddenly making the swivel shriek and banged on his knee with his clenched fist. ‘Results,’ he shouted. (John Dos Passos, Manhattan Transfer)
the window perspires raindrops
the coat hanger and the insect