Absence after the storm
I come out of the studio and onto the street where I unlock my bike from a bike rack. It’s late in the evening and everything is dark and desolate. The only sense of movement is the shimmer of reflected street lighting in puddles. The only sound I can hear is crackling static coming from a little portable radio that a man sitting on a nearby street bench is holding in his hand. The radio bandwidth is out of frequency, and shifts between a woman singing to a discussion between two people and then to a football match. I ride off into the distance, but the camera stays with the man on the bench. He continues to look downward, occasionally taking a sip from a bottle of beer, and thinking intently. The richly textured sound of static continues.
