Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Quick. Exchange. Recycle. Reuse.


I discover the "quick message" file on my cell phone and think it might make a good story if I rearrange the entries. What it makes is not "good" so much as funny.  And every sequence leads to the same spot--I think--a leap into bed. Really? Sexting, it turns out, is inevitable. So too is sorrow. Where there is a telephone, someone is waiting.  And nearly wordless. 



Exchange I (Recycle.)

 Where u at?
 B there soon.

Tipsy?
I'm gonna B late.

What's up?
Booty call.

U know u want me.
RU up 4 it?

Your place or mine?
Let's do it!



Exchange II  (Repeat.)

Do it! 
You up?

Your place?
Yours. Gonna be late.

Where are you?
Boy call.

Again?
B there soon.


 



Exchange III (Restraint.)

Soon
be there


Want
up

Call
do

You 
too

Late






Photos are of a plastic drop cloth hung out to dry. September, 2011, Halifax. Recycled plastic; reusable words. 

2 comments:

  1. Like these ones better than the first version. Fantastic photos and use of them. Love this.

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  2. First version was just an unfinished version. Glad you like these--doing them was fun. And weirdly painful. Err. Depressing.

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