28. Explosions in the sky
Walking around Haarlem January 1st the remains of two occasions. First, the trees, sometimes left hopefully beside rubbish bins, sometimes lying in a patch of sun as if asleep.
Second, the cardboard tube and box remains of the previous nights fireworks, soggy from rain and drifting slowly towards the canals.
David Bowie’s lyrics hit the back of my eyes. Ashes to ashes, funk to funky.