“everything has a meaning, or nothing has” Roland Barthes
As I was
spreading sand beneath the tree, I noticed a small nail hammered at an angle
into the fork. It was a flowering jacaranda and I worried for its growth, so
between my fingers and my toes I felt a twinge, like a nail went in, hammered
by a young boy practicing his carpentry skills. My mind played with this image
as I swung the next spade full of sand, no longer humming a tune.
And now a
soft paw of my dog walks on a crossing snail - so another snail about 5
centimetres away went into his shell. It seems everything has its effect on
something else.
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