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sudden change in aspect
Feb. 11th, 2010 02:34 pmRe the photos I posted yesterday;
within minutes of posting, my whole attitude towards the presence of those objects hanging in my room changed.
It may have been suddenly seeing them apparently coming closer, in the photos; it may have been the queasy, smirky 'face' on the cream top, which I had not really noticed. That 'angels' tag grated - it's certainly not from my usual parameters. Who am i trying to convince?
Anyway, I looked up from the computer and felt distinctly less comfortable; the irritating closed window behind them didn't help either.
Then those silly faces recalled others - those in the patterned wood of those -- awful---high backed chairs in a storage room of the London Dungeon, where i went on an organised ghost-hunt in 08. It may well have been rigged and daft, but it scared the bejesus outta me and the off-duty Met officers along for the ride. The organisers didn't look too well afterwards either.
So after a few minutes, i crossed the room and snatched down the nearest hanger. Ew! a big floppy sheet of coated canvas fell off the wall on my right!
I left everything as it was and quite slowly and coolly LEFT the flat and went for a walk. On return i made sure I was laughing on my mobile when i came in and casually swept away all those ingredients of *scaring yourself into fits at home*.
within minutes of posting, my whole attitude towards the presence of those objects hanging in my room changed.
It may have been suddenly seeing them apparently coming closer, in the photos; it may have been the queasy, smirky 'face' on the cream top, which I had not really noticed. That 'angels' tag grated - it's certainly not from my usual parameters. Who am i trying to convince?
Anyway, I looked up from the computer and felt distinctly less comfortable; the irritating closed window behind them didn't help either.
Then those silly faces recalled others - those in the patterned wood of those -- awful---high backed chairs in a storage room of the London Dungeon, where i went on an organised ghost-hunt in 08. It may well have been rigged and daft, but it scared the bejesus outta me and the off-duty Met officers along for the ride. The organisers didn't look too well afterwards either.
So after a few minutes, i crossed the room and snatched down the nearest hanger. Ew! a big floppy sheet of coated canvas fell off the wall on my right!
I left everything as it was and quite slowly and coolly LEFT the flat and went for a walk. On return i made sure I was laughing on my mobile when i came in and casually swept away all those ingredients of *scaring yourself into fits at home*.
