Woven into the dull fabric of life are small events, of which we only catch a partial glimpse. The beginning and ending are obscured, never known, leaving us the luxury of imagining some fantastical story - or of just being baffled.
Stepping out of my cell to check the length of the lunch queue the other day, I had to move back to allow two men to pass. With a determined look they marched along the landing, one holding a four-foot potted plant that looked like a stick in a tub, the other carrying a large inflatable fluorescent sunflower...
And then there was "My Geranium is Subversive", but that's another story...
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