B Part Renaissance day nine nightfall

←daybreak

New Bridge site and shed 14. Sunday night and rain and a docked boat that seems abandoned. Strange how they sit there, vessels for people, with no people in them. What else is a boat beside being a boat?

This is the last of the 9 day entries. It's easy enough to resist the seduction of summary, to make a judgement, suggest a solution, or offer a call to arms around a vision, the B Cause. What's harder is to find the note to end this moment, something that fades out with the possibility of return. Last night (it's day 1 0 now, 6.24 am) the bridge opened to the sound of breathing under water. It closed again, the two sides met ungainly, like this sentence, how not to row against currents that could wipe you out, sensing the things that can't be seen but are there anyway. The skin which goes right through past the middle and is the other side. 'Shall I send more slowly?' the operator asks repeatedly as she carts two litre bottles of water from the radio shack to the wharf - counting forwards from then to now.
Just noticed a connection that I have to share even though it's corny, sometimes the most cliched things seem so real. It's there in the images something blue, borrowed, old and new. See day one pm. The site always tells the story. And rituals have meaning…