Since its refurbishment and installation, the old salvaged cast-iron street lamp and post, has taken on a tendency in favoring a lean towards the South, South-East. This persistent tip is even more noticeable from the perch of my desk chair, with a perspective of the subject pouring into my eye through the bay-window of my living room. The two perspectives arouse the question as to whether it is actually the lamp-post which over the years has begun to lean or if the dwelling containing my inner perch has disproportionately settled.
Then and Now:
How the meandering perspective through time does dim and shift the view, clouding it with forgetfulness, while the remembrances of minutiae slip off into flight, seeking harmonious resonance in the gentile flapping of butterfly’s wings, mounting up into an unbearable crescendo that the fog can no longer restrain.