Title: Tourism

Author: Bernard Cohen

In: Sport 5: Spring 1990

Publication details: 1990, Wellington

Part of: Sport

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Sport 5: Spring 1990


page 77


I feel so sad and I don't know why. There's a man above the stairs looking down at me. He's looking at me. I feel so sad. I bite my cheeks hard to keep the tears from my eyes. He doesn't hide that he's looking. He doesn't mind that I'm sad. He looks anyway. I bite my lip to keep from bursting into tears.


All the glass is frosted so you cannot see in. The bass string is missing. Garlands of myrtle slowly turn brown. The road has nothing of merit. The sea below the cliff is deep green. It breaks over the boulders in white. There is space between the boulders through which the sea could run. The deep ocean green is beautiful. The white is transient.


I have not much more to read. Take the mouse and go outside, puss puss. Take it outside. Go on, pussy. Pick up the mouse and take it out.