Thursday, October 11, 2012

watcher watching club


Sculpture watching the sea at Sitges.

Sitting outside the cafe opposite the station in Mount Pleasant, I watch people passing. It brings to mind the way old men used to sit in a row outside bars in Spain when I first went there, 50 years ago. They would lean on their sticks, their eyes following anything of interest. When a woman walked past,  they would often  turn their heads as well as move their eyes. The expression on their faces never changed.

Why is it that I seem nowadays to recognise complete strangers in my own age group?
Is it possible that I knew them when they and I were younger, and have forgotten their names? Or is it simply that we share the imprint of a generation?  It is as though we belonged to the same club.

I have posted a new story on One Fine Day. It is called Pretending. Comments are always welcome there as here.  If as some have found there are problems in commenting there please have your say here. 

3 comments:

marja-leena said...

Another excellent tale, Joe, at One Fine Day. It is becoming quite a collection. Isn't it marvelous to share in this format, yet these could become a a published book, do you think?

Joe Hyam said...

Thanks m-l Who knows. For the time being my only hope is that they amuse people other than myself.

tristan said...

passers-by ... you are attuned to the vibration of their humanity ... its your own highly evolved radar