RAILROADED

Invited by helping people to their newly acquired house, brought my ipad air as a matter of habit and then shot a few pictures while sipping a beer outside their back deck cum new broiler;

A very standard house, not yet imprinted by their own life's habits, it reeked from the previous owner and came out as totally utterly standard, neither good or bad, just straight from what standards this village lived on;

So took a few shots, without any impulse other than souvenirs from an happening, a summer's ending, a memory from a job well done deserving that exquisitely quiet moment;

However, a few days later, my imagination made me do these, it being the absolute master of my bio-social envelope, which is now simply an executor of it's wishes;

Fact is, my imagination owns the 'rest' of that which all call 'me' 'person';

For it has trained me into living within the cracks of systems, since any of those develops cracks, growing or receding.