Ooh! That looks nice.
“Mum, that’s MY dinner. You no longer eat. You are … non-corporeal.”
Au contraire. I have always been very corporeal, dear, I assure you.
Tag: mortality
Is that your cartoon? “Yes, Mum.” About time too … Is anybody going to watch it, though?
All Change from Mrs D on Vimeo…. In which I explain to my dead mother that I am switching from stop-motion models to drawn animation and she explains that I must have a cat in a cartoon. Or visuals to that effect…
Music: “Swing Gitane” by The Underscore Orkestra (http://www.theunderscoreorkestra.com) from their album “The Extraordinary Adventures of…” License: Creative Commons BY-NC-SA (Source: http://freemusicarchive.org)
Sound Effects: http://www.pacdv.com/sounds/
All Change by Lynn Harvey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
I can see that it’s sad for you that David Bowie is dead, dear … but I don’t see why you’re quite so bothered about it.
“I think it’s because he was like … my own biographical Zeitgeist, Mum.” What? “… He was the same generation. The same geography when I was a kid. Streets not miles away from mine. I could have gone to the same school. Major Tom in his tin can – Space Oddity – I was at art college when that was playing on the radio.”
Oh, I remember you coming home from college for the holidays. I had to tell you off … your nails were filthy. “That was printing ink, Mum.”
“He’s gone, Mum.” Who?
“Major Tom…. in his tin can in space…” What are you talking about?
“David Bowie’s dead, Mum.”
“Happy New Year, Mum.” .. Happy New Year, dear..
“Another year older.” .. Speak for yourself, dear..
I was 94 when I popped my clogs … and 94 I stay.
syb & me 