in English
“Another plane flies over more organisms being moved somewhere. From the doorway I see the grey sky the threat of rain and the neighbours washing line not even a minute passes without another plane passing over I look forward to being in one tomorrow I am unsure the ribbon is passing through the typewriter ok and again I have doubts. I think of the summer I think of each plane ride I have taken, overnight trains, car journeys, each city, country – I listen to a conversation – it puts you off your confidence, then they move away.”
Juliette Blightman
