Before the city can come and empty it, I open the lid of the big bin street-side and take a tumble in. I land on a pile of refuse and the lid slams shut above me. In pitch darkness I roll in the rubbish. The bin rumbles and shakes. Some time later I climb out. My clothes and my person are detestable now. I run quickly home and immediately take a shower.
I like to go for a walk. I am bundled up in hat and coat and scarf. The chill wind can’t touch me like this, generally speaking. My cheeks take some of the blast, but that is nice to feel. In the summer I am bare armed. My body shape is plainly visible through my t-shirt. Curtain after curtain twitches as I proceed along the road. The people in the houses want to look at me. Let them look.
I like woodland creatures. They come in all shapes and sizes. They live in the woods. They eat other things in the woods. Some of the woodland critters come down to the river to drink at times. They enjoy drinking from the river with their friends. If I was a woodland critter I would have fun with all my friends.
At night I enjoy time with friends and family. We eat and drink around a table. We live by the sea. It’s salty by the sea. The gulls squawk. I would like to invite the gulls to eat with us but they are not like cats or dogs. We couldn’t involve them in the household- they wouldn’t be able to make head nor tails of it. They only want fish, they don’t want convenience. To the gull, swooping down from on high and nabbing a fish from the sea is purest delight. They wouldn’t have it any other way.
I go to the museum and look at the igneous rocks. At one time they were part of a giant rock, but now they have broken off to form smaller rocks. The once giant rock is no more. I share this insight with my guide and tutor, a woman assigned to me by the museum. She looks at me with glazed eyes as I explain about the rock and says ‘Yes, true’, when I am done. Then she turns away to examine the piece of rock in front of her. But her head flips back towards me all of a sudden. She has done a double-take. ‘True’, she says again, louder this time, and drawing the word out as if in amazement. She truly is amazed. I love my guide dearly. She has been by my side throughout my time in the museum. She is the ‘museum lady’. She wears dungarees. They are a timeless, classic bit of attire. Her hair is long and golden. It reflects the light of the sun.