I’m sat in my slightly claustrophobic little cupboard office hemmed in by various items, as I cast my eyes around the cluttered space the first object that makes an impression on me is a elongated cardboard box with frayed edges and a top flap that has a ripped corner exposing the paler inner board.
The look of the box with the exposed cardboard layers reminds me of a cross section of an onion as it has a darker mottled outer skin which protects the paler compressed thinner inner layers.
I’m wondering if the box has any memories of it’s past incarnations as it is made of recycled material, maybe the box was a shoe-box, a sunday supplement, a gossip magazine, a cereal box and if it regressed far enough back in it’s past lives it might even remember being a seed from a tree.
Protruding from a bag is an upside down cardboard beer bottle carrier, I’ve kept it around as I have a vague idea about turning it into a cat plaything that the kitties can use to search for pieces of kitty biscuits that I would hide in it’s different sections.
Dumped in the corner are my running shoes, they have been cast aside until warmer weather comes or to be more precise when I start exercising properly again. I go through phases of trying to be more active but I find it hard to stick to a fitness routine, will have to revisit physical activity before I turn into a warped beanpole. I don’t really put on weight that easy it’s more the opposite of weight gain that happens to me as I slowly loose what little muscle tone I have attained and my legs and arms will resemble sticks.
Howling Vowels 