Canvass of Bubble Gum
Timothy looked in the mirror. His shirt was oversized but it still made him look smart, he had managed to make his scruffy hair tidy with an excess of hair product and even though his tired eyes watered he was ready to start his new job. It was significant. Not because it was work, but because he had given something up by putting on that shirt and allowing himself to count numbers for a living. He thought about his past as he straightened himself out. The tram came by and all Timothy could think about was how everyone crammed into the carts, popping out like clowns from a small car. He didn’t mind that part of the day. As he watched the landscape shoot by he noticed how the speed made the colours of the trees smudge and stick together. It was like bubble gum that was being pulled apart by hand to hang like a large painting that hung from station to station. He looked around and disappointingly no one else could see the bubble gum canvass. Timothy walked into his new job, his