No symbolic dressing

Reading & writing on the balcony, one of my favourite things to do in the evenings – the cool breeze, the faint scratching sound of ink applied to paper, the reluctant roar of the traffic rolling on the street below – overhead, swifts screeching like referees of a game beyond the comprehension of us who are bound to earth – but for me, at least, the stuff down here is enough in itself, no need to make a game out of it, no need to invent artificial rules – after all, the only thing that "art" and "creativity" really do is up the contrast – highlight what is already there.