Las Aletas
Catching on the Fly - Rebecca W Morris and Matteo Delred.
A writer and a photographer make a blog about each stop on the Cádiz Cercanias Renfe trainline.
Irritation at the station
the sensation of words always flowing too freely
juxtaposed with silence.
Well, it wasn’t what I expected.
I thought about the Marshlands - that stretch from Walthamstow to Hackney.
The geese migrating in.
Run chicken, run chicken, run, run, run.
I didn’t know their necks were so red, long and sleek.
Clucking, gentle introverts hiding in trees.
When a cat approaches I wait for the violence.
On alert. Ready to intervene.
The grey cat curls up in the long grass under a branch.
The chickens circle happily.
We always have one foot in our surroundings, the other foot somewhere else.
We hear the birds, the wind, the clucks, bike wheels on gravel.
I remember jumping out the window of my friend’s crazed ex boyfriend’s house.
We remember the time everyone laughed hysterically in a work zoom call.
A failed greeting to a friend the other day as I rushed to the station.
Wild ideas can come from nothing.
Boredom. Sameness. Predictability.
We see a floating hat, an exploding egg, hands dancing to tell a story.
We think about why people find violence beautiful.