Don't Look!: It's Only Dust
Thursday 24 May 2012
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Comp Studies
Zero
I found this little diner just off route 97, I have no idea how long I've been traveling all i know is that i am no longer a free man, i will find no peace here, but i can try.
"Hey there visitor" a warm voice called out to me, the sound was easy on my ears. Her name tag said Beryl, i tried to act in control of myself for her sake. as she showed me to my seat, the room stank of stale grease a large man behind the counter hocked up snot and cleared his throat. the squawk of children mis behaving added to the cacophony of sounds in my head the pain starts over again then a flash of flame from a frying pan broke my concentration so much so that i bump into a waitress on rollers. "Careful Hun!" a spoon falls from her tray the pain starts again, i need to get a grip British stiff upper lip and all that.
i start to calm down and take my seat, " We got super homemade puddings, hun", is she trying to take the piss? i look up to scowl at her, i notice her olive skin in the sunlight its too bright to see her face but her voice reminds me of my childhood dreams, i need to choose my words carefully "Hello" that's how it starts simple as always just with Hello, this is where our story begins and our adventures are created and our lives shaped by this one chance moment. that's what i want to say to her but instead "Milk please" comes out.
The man behind me makes horrific chomping noises, i try to stay calm but its no good his furry bearded face opening and closing beats inside me like a drum, the beats begin to get faster and shorter i can't win this time "Ya ready to choose hun?" no, not now she's at risk they all are "Where can i get some gasoline?" i say, "Just up the road there about 10 minutes away" "Thanks" i barge past her and head toward the door i hear her call out "You o.k darlin'?" "No" i shout back as i leave the diner, the sun hits my face but its too late.
Peace, Beryl, Milk, Room, Furry, British, Act, Roller, Win, Careful, Hello, Snot, Squark, Flash, Gasoline, Route, Choose
Opening, Visitor, Handmade, Puddings, Olive, Spoon, Easy, Tray, Chomping, Sound, Risk, Super.
For this project i chose to explore a place to describe at first i was going to write about my flat as it is the place i love the most. i then took pictures of words around my flat and then i used these words to create a new space to write about created from words that i see everyday and exist within my own space.
I found this little diner just off route 97, I have no idea how long I've been traveling all i know is that i am no longer a free man, i will find no peace here, but i can try.
"Hey there visitor" a warm voice called out to me, the sound was easy on my ears. Her name tag said Beryl, i tried to act in control of myself for her sake. as she showed me to my seat, the room stank of stale grease a large man behind the counter hocked up snot and cleared his throat. the squawk of children mis behaving added to the cacophony of sounds in my head the pain starts over again then a flash of flame from a frying pan broke my concentration so much so that i bump into a waitress on rollers. "Careful Hun!" a spoon falls from her tray the pain starts again, i need to get a grip British stiff upper lip and all that.
i start to calm down and take my seat, " We got super homemade puddings, hun", is she trying to take the piss? i look up to scowl at her, i notice her olive skin in the sunlight its too bright to see her face but her voice reminds me of my childhood dreams, i need to choose my words carefully "Hello" that's how it starts simple as always just with Hello, this is where our story begins and our adventures are created and our lives shaped by this one chance moment. that's what i want to say to her but instead "Milk please" comes out.
The man behind me makes horrific chomping noises, i try to stay calm but its no good his furry bearded face opening and closing beats inside me like a drum, the beats begin to get faster and shorter i can't win this time "Ya ready to choose hun?" no, not now she's at risk they all are "Where can i get some gasoline?" i say, "Just up the road there about 10 minutes away" "Thanks" i barge past her and head toward the door i hear her call out "You o.k darlin'?" "No" i shout back as i leave the diner, the sun hits my face but its too late.
Peace, Beryl, Milk, Room, Furry, British, Act, Roller, Win, Careful, Hello, Snot, Squark, Flash, Gasoline, Route, Choose
Opening, Visitor, Handmade, Puddings, Olive, Spoon, Easy, Tray, Chomping, Sound, Risk, Super.
For this project i chose to explore a place to describe at first i was going to write about my flat as it is the place i love the most. i then took pictures of words around my flat and then i used these words to create a new space to write about created from words that i see everyday and exist within my own space.
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