flakey

paint flakes on Lothian Rd pound shop.

Reminded me of the Ingrid Calame that finished today at the Fruitmarket Gallery.

Also connected to something I read recently
".. all that had vanished: the diversity of things, their individuality, was only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft monstrous masses, in disorder - naked, with a frightening, obscene nakedness....To exist is simply to be there; what exists appears, lets itself be encountered, but you can never deduce it"
Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

otherwise a wee jaunt to weegie, further paper shovelling and started re-reading the Odyssey. Feels a bit like one of my family do's (Peter, son of Jack, visitor of prisons and supporter of car learning etc.. ) which is not to be so big headed as to think my family is mythic, just large.