January 20, 2012

Stone 20

A lawyers's office. Furnished by Ikea. Populated by a chinless solicitor who landed there via a time machine from a Dickens' novel, his teeth removing credence from claims that London dentistry has improved.

The framed "Rat Pack" print above the mantle clearly a set decorator's idea of instilling confidence in the UK legal process.

What's this?

January 19, 2012

Stone 19

My body's impression in the sofa and the empty pizza boxes on the counter belie intentions of succumbing to the second and fourth deadly sins.

But that's what sick days are for.

What's this?

January 18, 2012

Stone 18

The mangled bike crouches on a cement island in the middle of the intersection, its crumpled tires chained in perpetuity to a lightpost.

Spraypainted white how many years ago, it’s now the color of greyish chalk, speckled with the grime of a city street.

A solid spectre, waiting for the ghost of the cyclist who never finished their commute.

What's this?

January 17, 2012

Stone 17

First evening workout at the YMCA of the year. A sea of tank-topped biceps and deltoids rise and fall, an upper body line dance in front of a mirrored wall. Metal plates clang against steel bars, just missing the beat of the gym’s blaring dance mix.

New Year’s resolutions have made it gayer than any Village People video ... all that’s missing is the disco ball.

What's this?

January 16, 2012

Stone 16

Upstairs at the Patisserie, enjoying a Croque Monsieur. A mouse scurries behind the rubbish bin, and then peeks out, waiting for scraps. “An excuse for a free meal,” my friend says.

“At least he’s not in the kitchen,” I say, surprised at my indifference to rodents.

What's this?

January 15, 2012

Stone 15

Secret Cinema called for a crowd of 1940s rogues to populate a warehouse cum war-torn Vienna. We mill through the crowd, engaging with punters and actors, smudging the lines of an already blurred reality.

What's this?

January 14, 2012

Stone 14

The cat’s curled up on the bed for a mid-afternoon nap. Half on her back, half on her side, her bottom front paw cradles her head, covering one of her closed eyes. Like she’s the one with the hangover.

What's this?

January 13, 2012

Stone 13

The waiters are sweeping up while we wait for our special fried rice takeaway. Chairs get turned on top of tables and the money cat’s arm is paralyzed after a day of beckoning good fortune. We take over the kitten’s duties, each waving one arm in unison, beckoning the good fortune of a midnight snack.

What's this?

January 12, 2012

Stone 12

At first we thought a homeless man walked into the pub.

Then we realized that below his haggard visage, and beneath his tattered overcoat, were a pair of gold lamé trousers and a pair of red dancing shoes.

The only home he was missing was a Bollywood set or a disco-balled dancefloor.

What's this?

January 11, 2012

Stone 11

High heels click and brogues brush along the rectangles of cement, tiled into a plaid pattern that matches the posh promenade's overpriced overcoats.

High street society too busy shopping to notice the giant hopscotch court beneath its feet.

What's this?

January 10, 2012

Stone 10

An unexpected change in my morning routine
leads to
unexpected change.

Full stop.

Halt or hiccup? Time will tell.

What's this?

January 9, 2012

Stone 9

Went for a short stroll. A break from the keyboard in search of fresh air and a stone.

Twenty mintues later, I'm back with oxygentated lungs and a new pair of boots I hadn't realized I needed.

Good for the sole, good for the soul.

What's this?