Friday, November 13, 2009

launceston strangeness



I am floating on an enormous, useless (because all the sides are the same colour, though it is at least keeping me buoyant on the cloud/dry ice/ mist water on which I float) rubik's cube. Sadly its colour is leeching out into the ether and my trousers have shrunk and my right foot has come off. Ah! Here is a man, emerging from the mist and smiling. Hopefully he will retrieve my spaghetti pot. Solved. Without talking to anyone in Melbourne.

2 comments:

lucy tartan said...

Speaking as someone in Melbourne, I would have a hard time knowing how to deal with a phonecall about that particular conglomeration of issues.

BwcaBrownie said...

lost in a sea of puzzles our hero's only hope is a wispy distant figure ... great agency work.

I loved Tasmania and would live there if I could. bruny island!

the early 70s was all juxtaposition

October 1970, everyone had their arms out in the air, from Barbra to, um, whoever that is on the left, to Thumbelina. This is from the Sprin...