In an attempt to track reality, things may go like this –

Someone steals a car; a tiny, blue thing made of plastic that was stashed on a low shelf – nobody knows who or when or even why, after all the thing is next to useless – there are suspects of course, but they are long gone –

The latent curve of a wing tip –

A daughter brings her mother, closer to tragedy, to a resort for one last holiday – they sit and paint eternities together, both concentrating hard on their brushes throughout until they can sit back and view the combined results – one sneezes, the other cries –

The scouser from Birkenhead on the blag to get away without paying eight quid if he can help it for his kids to paint in the leisure resort – he turns away to his wily Mum (pretty, old face) and tells her that he’s not going to get ‘rumbled’ –

Italy in the late 70s intrigues me – ‘Skank Bloc Bologna’ a la Scritti Politti, the resulting radical mess of Gramsci touting revolutionaries and cultural misfits stealing goods from market shelves, others running guns between the peaceful Umbrian countryside and the city, setting up free radio station Radio Alice, only to be quashed by the left wing mayor of the city –