CASCADE

CASCADE


Sequences of dancing hexagons like they use in westerns cause me to squint and consider sneezing in the early morning. That’s better than an overcast sky.


They say there’s a gland located in the rear lower neck that responds positively to light. It’s said to drink up the pure rays and beams and then react by distributing uplifting chemicals into the brain. It feels like a plausible notion this morning. If we depend on light so much then I suppose the process would be another confirmation that we’re from the stars.


As I shave I marvel at the stealth of lines and wrinkles that form upon my skin. Today I notice how they change the look of my throat. I remember noticing that look on older men when I was younger. I didn’t know it happened over night. In a way I quiet like the look on me I think. All these things are beyond our control and I take comfort from that. Sometimes I’m alarmed by it also.


I once enjoyed a toy called Cascade. Alan Smithson or Paul McColin or some other kid that lived in Horn Lane had it and it impressed me so I asked for it and Mum bought me it. I was a lucky kid.

My first real fisticuffs fight was with a kid called Robert Ryan. I didn’t know when we blooded each others noses that his name was the same as a Cowboy actor.


Sequences of dancing hexagons.


TIM SANSOM 11TH NOVEMBER 2006