revise your life

whenever i'm stuck somewhwere with potentially idle hands

i bless Nalda Searles

who taught me how to twine string

this piece is obviously luridly dyed with some synthetic colorant

and

when dampened the cloth smelt like petrol

but

at least it kept me occupied

whilst waiting in the raindropped dark

thinking about life

and what's important

compared to what isn't

string holds it all together