Characters on the loose. Or: Caution Character X-ing.
Not much else to say. The situation inside my head is something like those moments in a theater when the curtain goes down between scenes, and you hear a lot of running footsteps and moving of heavy things, before the main curtain rises again, revealing a bucolic scene behind a filmy white gauze. Or something. A garbage-strewn back alley? A nightclub? The side entrance? A child’s room with a night lamp shaped like a merry-go-round or planet earth?
No idea for the time being. Why the photo? It caught my eye with that special ping that says: never mind why, just grab it and go. So, I did.
Sounds of footsteps on a wooden stage? Those are the bits and pieces, this morning. Ah yes: plus a conversation I overheard while waiting for a curtain to rise. A group of boys, about twelve years old, intent on grossing one another out. Jonathan Swift’ modest proposals had nothing over their suggestions for menu items. The game they were playing was: let’s say you’re stuck somewhere and this is all you can eat. Do you eat it? Cooked? Raw?
Adults forget? Prefer to dis-remember? Some do; some don’t. Ah yes. Plus the mothers. The ones with nothing much left to lose.
P.S. Oh yes; plus: funny.