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1977, 6*, Abbeywood, cars, distance, horizontal, road, sound, sunlight, telegraph poles, telephone lines, vertical
long
road
the bright sunlight splash-splsshd
across the street perched
on telegraph poles
across telephone wires as
cars
ebbed
away
the warp and weft of ebb from the days when some cars were painted ochre and road-traffic was already acquiring its own saturation of speed all amidst the hatching of verticals and horizontals, a heady mixture for a gazing teenager wondering not only what it was he has to do but also within which direction
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cars wormhole: ‘in my car I pass…’
sound wormhole: Journey
mlewisredford 
Yes, I see the teenager who is at a loss, who is wondering–amidst all the light, and the (ugly?) ochre automobiles, where life is going amidst all this sunny glory. I feel that/felt that–too.
The horizon is receding, I suppose, with the cars (and would be a stand-in for elusive limitlessness with all the paintings out there done (finally) once linear perspective became de rigeur)–
but the real star is the sun-shiney splash–splssh “perched”, because the cars themselves are taken away by the flow of life, by perhaps the Tao of the world. Phenomenal phenomenality.
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ah, what a thrill, what a communication to be read
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