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the grief
The Grief
Big windows are nice, but the sun heats up and
the room gets hot up quickly, we need to shut
the blinds and close for the view of the sea line.
We visited a man who lived alone and he didnīt
want his day changed by us, switched on the TV
as he always did at noon and we sat there seeing
a program about lion cubs in Africa, giraffes and
hordes of gnus and zebras.
TV is a great human voice silencer, the art of talk
Is being overshadowed by the visual to see others
act and carry on a useless conversation so we do
not have to do it. Perhaps the man estimated our
errand, hoped for more time before being told his
wife had not survived when her plane fell down.
Big windows are nice, but the sun heats up and
the room gets hot up quickly, we need to shut
the blinds and close for the view of the sea line.
We visited a man who lived alone and he didnīt
want his day changed by us, switched on the TV
as he always did at noon and we sat there seeing
a program about lion cubs in Africa, giraffes and
hordes of gnus and zebras.
TV is a great human voice silencer, the art of talk
Is being overshadowed by the visual to see others
act and carry on a useless conversation so we do
not have to do it. Perhaps the man estimated our
errand, hoped for more time before being told his
wife had not survived when her plane fell down.
Published 7th Feb 2014
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