There’s something about certain deaths which, in that first instant of an encounter, whisper, ‘Come on, take me home with you…’ They’re not usually broken nor dumped but rather abandoned, possibly out-grown (they are often toys), offering a glimmer of hope, the possibility of being taken up again and loved.
So. I’ve been left out in the rain. Put out. Abandoned. There’s no easy way to say it, is there? No honey coating the obvious truth here. And I know what you’re thinking, so don’t pretend otherwise. You’re wondering how I could have been so gullible as to hope for a different outcome. Doesn’t it […]
I found these dead balls sitting in a polystyrene box like so much wizened fruit. What to do with old balls? Look, I’m trying to be serious here. Straight face. This is a real problem. It’s not unusual, over the course of a lifetime, for a person to collect a number of balls of different […]
What’s going on here? I was mildly shocked to discover a cache of dumped teddies not so long ago and now here’s another one, a lone lost teddy left out in the laneway. Is this a new social phenomenon, like granny dumping, a response to the pressures of living with too many teddies and the […]
These teddies were found in the laneway bursting out of a bin liner as if emerging fully-formed from a gestational sac. In that sense, I’m not sure if they are dead or just born. They look new-born to me, given the way their limbs are flung out in all directions and the difficulty they are […]