#WAITING IN A PHONEBOX PLUS#

Wait no the point is, what seemed like ancient prehistory to us in the 80s and 90s is as far away from us then as the 80s and 90s is to us now. Anyway the point IвЂ™m making is that we now live in the future and we used to live in the past when it was the present. When Marty walks into a 1990s cafe wearing his 2021 clothing, someone would say вЂњhey whatвЂ™s with the face mask?вЂќ And when Marty travelled 30 years into the future to the far-off year of 2051 there would be a news report about Tottenham winning the Premier League (as well as all the usual flying cars. There would be payphones and cassette players. 1991! There would be loads of references to jokes about the ridiculous idea of Donald Trump being president some day, and Doc Brown would be asking if Bryan Adams was still number 1. I saw online that if Back to the Future was made now, Marty McFly would be travelling back to 1991. What a year! I donвЂ™t know about you, but I thought 2020 was a little bit shit.ДЄnd now it is 2021. Still, whether it was a crow or a tree that pooped onto the page, I welcomed it as the last hurrah of twenty-twenty. Unfortunately I did such a good job at cleaning it up (I didnвЂ™t want to leave too much of it on there, in case it was diseased, if it was from a crow and I got sick it would be ironic after avoiding covid to get ill from a corvid), that it looks like a brownish smudge now.

#WAITING IN A PHONEBOX PLUS#

Also, if the sketch didnвЂ™t turn out to be all that, IвЂ™d have a ready-made get-out-of-hard-drawing card, plus the actual effect of the black poop (which splattered bluish grey poop artistically across the spread) would make it look really interesting. This will be something to talk about! I thought, happy to have a conversation starter. I wiped it off but was also a little delighted. But it was a direct hit, missing my clothing completely, and leaving thick muck across the page. It was really dark black as well, which makes me think maybe it wasnвЂ™t a bird but one of those oily things that trees occasionally plop onto the sidewalk, there are trees here that do that, lots of sticky paths. I was standing underneath a tree, and then plop a big black splat across the page. And in the spirit of 2020, a bird pooped on the page while I was sketching, as if to say, you know what, this year is not done with you yet. This was the last sketch of 2020, outside Cloud Forest Cafe on D Street, Davis.

Waiting in a phonebox