Object Writing: Street

Black bitumen and tar run like molasses through the paint worn houses and unkempt gardens. Unlike a river, it does not seem to cultivate bee or bloom. It speaks guttural prose against rubber tyres, singing deceptive harmonies with screeching break and horn. Alone, but for the petrified stripes in white or yellow to keep it in check. Here a single crack, tickling an erosive path through the thick molasses. Like alcohol through blood a plant reaches through and grasps at the sunlight to reclaim its space. Sprouts of green and soft daffodil stretch up and out waving at the day, weakening the edges of the midnight roadway and dancing gravel out to churn and fester. The delay between...

I was making pancakes while I did this one yesterday. Safe to say it was very difficult to do while in the middle of another task, but at least happy I still got something down!

I love the idea of the plants moving through cracks like blood through alcohol. I also liked the gravel churning and festering.

All the language in this is very dark and gritty which was actually fun to do!