The first: a tri-color printer smashed to bits by Senegalese, soccer-playing youth. The bright magenta, cyan and yellow were smeared like sugar all over the red rocks and grey concrete.
The other: at dusk I saw a Sedan rolling slowly towards me on a road of sand--it was silent and moved like a ghost towards me under yellow street lamps. Like a movie with no sound.
Was it one of those confounded hybrid vehicles?
ReplyDelete