Edinburgh Festival, 2007
…And the Memories I Made
______ And it reminds me, obviously, of sex, but also of a summer spent settled in my own skin. It brings to mind sunshine
____________ and Warhol: A gallery in which I batted gas-filled cushions into the air with two 10 year-olds and a lady of at least 60. It brings to mind smiles and laughter.
And a half-joking sulk, brief, as the white-bordered plate developed and she saw the angle of my shot. I got a tiny thump for that, learning that the little bastard box needs manual correction to actually shoot straight. _________ And, let’s be honest, I deserved what I got there.
And it’s Edinburgh, where the architects built to defy expectation. ____________ It’s so pretty and impressive that the kisses and the cuddles and the culture have more gravity by happening here. ________ Action and romance and words and pictures instantly become dignified history.
And it reminds me why I write ____________ And, clearly, it reminds me
of sex.
© Matthew Sheret, 2008
