object / abject III

object / abject II

foto's: sodade - 2006

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
from an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me,
That my soul cannot resist :

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
as the mist resembles the rain.

Come read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like the strains of Martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavour
And tonight I long for rest.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

object / abject

foto's: sodade - 2004


een vervolgje dus.
Eén bad water per 5 of 10. Eén handdoek tot hij niet meer droogt.
De laatste heeft wat pech. En niet dat het helpt. Vijf minuten later: terug naar buiten.

Gogo's breken hun rug op de handwas, vandaar het zuinige gebruik van witgoed, ondanks de gevolgen.
Niet de handdoeken zijn disposable, de kinderen des te meer.