I let my words go
With direct strokes and clear edges
To transfer with the minimum black
The condensed story.
No word should leave a physical mark
On an innocent candid sheet
But on a private moment in time.
Doing less and communicating less
To live on ‘plane mode’
And catch the unexpected details.
A fix crosses the street,
A flower earlier than the others,
A child laughing for no reason
Are entertainments needing no connection.