Kindred spirit.

There is a (very) small exhibition on the top floor of the Chamber Street museum. Several hangings with enlarged photos of found objects, a CD, a playing card textured by the tarmac beneath and the tire mark above. A few strands of hair. And I recognised in the artist a true kindred spirit.

It is not just me who stops in the street and picks up odd things just because, like Everest, they are there.

Apart from a single sudden rain shower today has been lovely, and I got most things I wanted done sorted.

Tomorrow is another day.

(Somewhere deep inside there is a Scarlet O'Hara trying to get out).