Turned the corner

I took this image on my way to the flower shop, round the corner off tanner street, towards malty market.

A sentence on a wall that didn’t tell me such strange or new things, but I took the shot because I liked the blue sky, the color of the bricks and the pole in the middle to disturb the harmonic whole.

I took the picture and went for my usual rounds, my shopping, the ciaccole to have coffee indeed (cappuccino that I rediscovered here … let alone how reduced I am).

And then at home I looked at the photo … and I had a flash, a flash of genius. The light pole. (not wanting to make any allusion to the most ancient of professions which then if chosen and not exploited I consider it a profession like the others..but let’s not digress).

So I was saying the light pole. It’s a bit far from the wall but not too much. and in the frontal perspective this distance is not noticed. The author put it as an integral part of his sentence..he incorporated it into his representation. Whether this thing was wanted or not, obviously we can’t know, but it’s the final effect that got me thinking.

In the overall view, the pole does not disturb. The sentence is still read, it does not lose its meaning and it can be said that in the end the final result is almost amusing.

Now a sane person of question “but this one here, does all these speeches for a post? for a writing?”. In short, I would recommend changing drug dealers or at least drinking less.

But now here’s the thing. If I replaced the pole with a cochlear implant, and the writing was my life… the implant clashes at first sight, but then it blends in between the letters and words, making everything very interesting, unique if you will.

Well… I should work on the fact that the system must blend in and blend into everyday life because sometimes its presence is very cumbersome. It is not a physical presence, but it is something heavy to bear and to do.

Who knows how you can really camouflage.