My walk to the sea around 10 am, Tuesday 25 October, 2022: part 2 / 4

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 My walk to the sea, part 2 / 4

 

In this second set, the streets become more urban, a little desolate even, and I feel a  disconnect with the others I pass. There are few cars: there is absence and unease. I pass blocks inhabited by the unseen. Just the presence of abandoned objects gives some sort of clue.

 

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Street with a strange feel. 

 

 

When I say strange here, I mean I feel as if it is full of "presences". I do mean than in a supernatural sense- like ghosts or the traces of previous pedestrians. I sense something malign here.

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Peculiar looking fellow holding flower, basket

 

 

I can't say what this man is up to. The flower basket beside the blue wall is typical Canasvieiras: that is, yet another object found lying aimlessly by the side of the road. There are so many such items -mainly abandoned pieces of furniture but also odd bits of clothing (something I find unpleasant, disturbing even) - that one can't help but feel that something is going on.

 

 

 

 

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Eruption on a pavement

 

 

The pavement has begun to disintegrate. I don't know how it has happened. It doesn't seem to be disintegrating in a way that suggests normal usage. It looks as if someone has tried to hack it up. But what is it with those pieces of tarmac?

 

 

 

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Hole in a perimeter wooden fence
 

 

I love this peeping through thing. Who in all truthfulness can deny that they also love an occasional peep? But they, those within are inviting it. Why? Why construct a wooden fence of solid pieces then cut a little hole in it like this? Why do they want me to peep? They want to be seen but not to see the seer. 

I don't understand. 

 

10.

 

A man repairing the fence of a block, a concrete mixer/cannon in the courtyard behind

There is a fine cannon in a de Chirico painting, The Philosopher`s Conquest, in Chicago.

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