Sunday 26 July 2015

Pitter Patter



It was such a lovely tune. That’s why I focused on it.

You wouldn’t think there was much of a melody that could be achieved by dripping. But there were a few different little streams flowing across the table, each dripping down the side at a different rate, each onto a different surface.

The slow drips onto the floor were the beat, the quick drips into the metal floor the main instrument, with drips onto my phone and the knife finishing the music.

So I just lay there, enjoying the tune, while my friends tried desperately to stem the bleeding.

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