Thursday, April 11

Pixelache has its monthly meeting tonight and I have decided to attend in person, for the second month in a row. I walk through the extremely wet air and pause to photograph the old gasometer.

It looks like an old gasometer.

The meeting will achieve in an hour and a half what another meeting might have achieved in ten minutes. The important stuff will suddenly get introduced with five minutes to go.

I leave thinking to myself that perhaps despair looks like an old gasometer.