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Posted: July 27, 2014 in Photographs


Photograph by Shane Bolitho 2014.


Why do you whisper, green grass?
Why tell the trees what ain’t so?
Whispering grass, the trees don’t have to know,
No, no.

Why tell them all your secrets?
Who kissed there long ago?
Whispering grass, the trees don’t need to know.

– The Ink Spots, “Whispering Grass (Don’t Tell the Trees)”

Washed out. Every damned thing looks sick and pale. The clouds, passing cars, my feet on the footpath. They all move nauseatingly slow. But they’re so jittery and fast at the same time. It’s like when you go without breakfast, or high blood-pressure. I can feel it like nerves in my coronary artery, or the dizzy backwash of adrenaline after a shock.