Parny Wallace

Bad Apple Parny Wallace

The waves of life end somewhere, as does humour.

At the water's edge, next to the sea foam and small pieces of plastic you will find possibly a copy of this book, Moving rhythmically to the force of the moon's gravity.

Does it happen to have a pulse this bobbing thing? I would agree it does, as do the quickly moving day Bus excursion party Falling over the quickly taken steps, and into the warm hardly safe well-lit vibrating carriage.

Like the particles of plastic indeed man made, this book briefly reflects on some of the activities of our time on earth.

In our madness we try only to seek the true realities that ring the bells.