in jamaica everybody have a different name; horace’s name is really stephenson, bull’s name was richard, skinny is skinny, but slim is not and neither of them really name skinny nor slim!
anyhow so i met a girl name chineyphat, but that’s not her name and i never really even met her either; we just talk, electronically, you know, as is the way of this new world where we live and work and eat … and this is the end result …
i’d wondered how i was going to depict bamboo ave/walk: i know it well, have friends live right there and used to travel that road to kingston in the happy hilltop days of enfield and darliston: but dready ‘s about the impression of a thing, not the thing and so i didn’t depict bamboo ave i just put up a sign and a shadow, because that’s the cool of bamboo ave, the mottled, light, the shadow, the sense of a tunnel …
ride with a friend!