Firstly I was looking for a place to sit. The Police building was most unwelcoming – as it had spikes on the plinth in front – for pigeons perhaps or for people?
Eventually I found a lovely stone plinth outside the magistrate’s court. 600mm width – it was comfortable, a little cold - leaning against the black palisade fence not as much.
I heard the muffle of the car guard’s radio and the ping of him typing in the digits. Bright orange. I couldn’t miss him coming down the street (though I would try).
Cars rushing along the street – almost knocking over pedestrians.
The click of the handbrake as somebody parks and the beep of her alarm.
Businessmen, students walking past.
A man in a yellow top carrying a parcel. Is there a post office?
Ah the smell of rubbish.
Two construction workers.
Two men sitting on a step rolling cigarettes.
A lady veers towards me on the sidewalk to have a look at what I’m doing.
Different languages – some loud.
Different shoes on the pavement.
I’ve seen the same bright coloured shopping bag three times – Mr Price.
A man tying his shoelace – where can you tie your shoelace in this city?
A man and child holding hands.
One “hello” from a man I thought was a beggar.
Most people looking at me quizzically. Am I mad? Am I invisible? Can I watch this world going past as if they can’t see me?
Perhaps I am a bird, perched on this plinth, watching the world. Going nowhere. Wanting nothing. Just thinking. Just being. Perhaps a bird would fly off and away.
Somebody greets me by name and I realised I still have my name label on (from earlier this morning). She laughs – she laughs because she would be embarrassed herself, but...
perhaps this could be an experiment.
How uninvisible I am after all!