Like bats dozing, so do the baby’s clothes. There are many babies who, like bats, fly about at night. There are few babies, unlike bats, who go about their business and let others sleep at night....
Woman. Alone. Optimistic. Outgoing. A dancer. A laugher. A life-enjoyer....
I believe these underpants have been hung out with more care than the knickers. Because the knickers are pinned right where they would need the most air and sun. Maybe these clothes weren’t hung up by her...
I don’t know what that long, lined piece of fabric is for. But clotheslines like this, that only have women’s clothes, always make me feel I’d like to invite them to something...
Clothes are an intermittent spectator of the daily race of cars coming and going along a circuit that is not officially approved but is regulated. A weird circuit with no known starting or finish lines. Just a coming and going, continuous, cyclical, endless. Like a sentence....