Because it's warm -- from the gathering spring; from the oceanic current flowing into the bay; the people on the streets; and the machines that hum in the harbour. Heavy fuel oils too.
Physique
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Because it's warm -- from the gathering spring; from the oceanic current flowing into the bay; the people on the streets; and the machines that hum in the harbour. Heavy fuel oils too.
A gust of wind blows in from the bay, the duraluminium box around you vibrates imperceptibly... a familiar cold, a red thread on the roof upstairs. Taut. Plucked like a string by the gust.
A gust of wind blows in from the bay, the duraluminium box around you vibrates imperceptibly... a familiar cold, a red thread on the roof upstairs. Taut. Plucked like a string by the gust.
The great ghost of the air is holding its breath.
A thin wisp of smoke rises from a charred black firepit... the wind picks up, then dies down again.
No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.
No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.
No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.
In the North, something moves. Leaving circles on the water. Long stalks in the shallows...
In front of the video rental on the corner. At the crossing...
Where it's morning. On Rue de Saint-Ghislaine, people are walking, the gas streetlights have already been switched off. Further inland, in Jamrock, the streets come alive with workers: men, women, children rushing -- muddy avenue after muddy avenue. The temperature is rising. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.
Where night falls... Hydrogen streetlamps burn on Rue de Saint-Ghislaine, golden light casting black shadows. Further inland, in Jamrock, the street grid appears black -- unlit avenue after unlit avenue. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.
Where the afternoon grows late. On Rue de Saint-Ghislaine people walk home, streetlights will soon be lit. Further inland the streets are alive with workers: men, women, children. Streethawks and migrant labourers. The temperature is steady. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.
Where evening comes. On Rue de Saint-Ghislaine hydrogen streetlights switch on, casting black shadows. Further inland, the street grid appears dark -- unlit avenue after unlit avenue. The temperature is dropping. Altocumulus clouds form above Precinct 41.