nngh

This morning I found the shreds of the leaf caught in Treptower Park. In my pocket. Took the leaf out into the garden and cast it to the wind. From Berlin to Vauxhall.

Why should this be an nngh thing? Well... Why is that leaf now partially blowing in the south london wind, now feeding the soil and the plants in the back garden. The leaf doesn't know. I don't even know. Somewhere back there in the midst of time someone might have caught a leaf in Vienna or Brussels or Cairo and brought that leaf to Berlin in their pocket. The chain of causality is impossible to break, and it is no doubt a part of it than on the day the leaf is liberated, photos of a bouncy kid who looks like he's dancing with some fletcheresque hand movements arrive in the cavern which is this machine.

Hope you like the bib. Also green for a while. Also from Berlin. You should go there someday.