On August 30, 2007 by alinaki

There are washed clothes hung in one balcony across the street. There were yesterday and the day before, and probably tomorrow, too. Every morning when i’m sitting in my kitchen, drinking my coffee, i take a look at them. I couldn’t miss them if i would, it’s a spot of colour in the grey building across. And i’m thinking… If i would actually pay attention to them, in a month i would know what that family is wearing.
what makes us wear something a day or another? What does it make us think: today i’m gonna take the blue shirt? Why not black? Or white? Are we saving the white one for tuesdays? Just a stupid thought to go along with the coffee…

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