Sitting on the seat in memory of Meta Dachinger, artist... where i have often sat to write entries to the digital diary... i should explain (as Nic films this) that i can write on this handheld computer with an inkless pen in capital letters which the computer can recognise...
...now i look around:
i look up and see, as usual, an aeroplane... it seems to be on its way back to Heathrow... and a minute later i see another on the same flight path ...
...a few people remain to sit and chat and read, or just to finish eating and drinking, yet the simplicity and the obviousness of these actions does not seem too trite to record - for i realise now that any action, any thought, can appear marvellous in itself - if divested of trivial or diminishing relationships with the so-called mundane, the limiting extent of what is known, to you or to me...
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