Bag

It was raining and the pavements were wet and it looked like a ghost bag, the empty space where a bag had once been. It was actually like a bag-shaped layer of skin pasted on top of the concrete, and it appealed very much to my aesthetic sensibilities.

It's not like I though of it all the time I was at work for twenty four hours but, you know, I liked it a lot. And, as a man who likes a project, it may well get featured somewhere else, somewhere, I dunno.

Ghost