I love you in analog.

(aka: I sat down to write, noticed something, and ran with it)

As I write this, I’m sitting at the bookshop staring out the window at an empty plot across the street. The land is bordered by a rickety rent-a-fence that I could probably fell with one rough push.

But along this pathetic fence, which stretches along the neighbours’ driveway, I can see something black, and stringy, and shimmery. I think it may be caught between the connection of 2 sections of temporary fencing. The whoosh of wind from the cars and buses passing makes it billow like jellyfish tendrils.

I think it’s just bits of an old plastic bag, or maybe knotted tape ribbon from a cassette.

You know what? Imma go across the road and take a picture.

Huzzah! I was correct - cassette tape ribbon!