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squirmeliaOn Friday night, I listened to Daniel Kitson telling a story about Christmas, a sad story, that was funny at times.
Snow fell in the Olympic Park that Saturday, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tackline and I stood at the top of the UK's tallest sculpture, the tangly red ArcelorMittal Orbit, staring out at the view. We walked down eventually, down the spiral staircase, listening to the found sounds of construction work, bells ringing and horses clip-clopping.
That afternoon, in the Carroll/Fletcher Gallery, I peered into a tank of water at a laptop, listened to the whirring of hard drives, and stared at the blackest black.
I then glanced at the moon in the Art First gallery.
That evening, I reminisced, remembered, chatted and laughed at the Monochrome BBS meet at the Coronet.
Snow fell in the Olympic Park that Saturday, and
tackline and I stood at the top of the UK's tallest sculpture, the tangly red ArcelorMittal Orbit, staring out at the view. We walked down eventually, down the spiral staircase, listening to the found sounds of construction work, bells ringing and horses clip-clopping.That afternoon, in the Carroll/Fletcher Gallery, I peered into a tank of water at a laptop, listened to the whirring of hard drives, and stared at the blackest black.
I then glanced at the moon in the Art First gallery.
That evening, I reminisced, remembered, chatted and laughed at the Monochrome BBS meet at the Coronet.