O N T H E S U B J E C T O F . . .

T h i r t y t w o o b j e c t s f o u n d o n N o o r d e i n d e S t r e e t , D e n H a a g 1 9 / 0 2 / 1 2

& t w o f o u n d b y a d i s u s e d c a f e o n t h e p i e r a t S c h e v e n i n g e n

On the subject of finding the right way round.

On the subject of loosing something that doesn’t belong to you & still feeling bad about it many years later.

On the subject of finding something, even though you thought you had thrown it away.

On the subject of having to have a closer look.

On the subject of wondering how a good friend is coping now that they have borrowed more money than they ever can afford to pay back.

On the subject of being somewhere that feels a million miles from home.

On the subject of noticing that some people have got it much worse than you.

On the subject of thinking that you can see something but not being able to say precisely what.

On the subject of remembering when your sister kept a secret from you & when they eventually told you, being scared.

On the subject of wishing that you had lots of the same thing.

On the subject of feeling nostalgic about the past whilst playing with a child’s toy & thinking “ They don’t make them like they used to”.

On the subject of making a mess in the kitchen that has to be cleared up by your mother.

On the subject of seeing someone’s face when you close your eyes.

On the subject of realising that you are saying something as if you really mean it, when in fact you have just made it up.

On the subject of discovering that your plan only half worked.

On the subject of admiring the judgement of a friend.

On the subject of becoming aware that there are some rules that cannot be broken.

On the subject of realising that things can be made to look more valuable by leaving them outside.

On the subject of moving something in the light to see it’s true colour.

On the subject of thinking of a good friend and how much they would enjoy something that you are doing.

On the subject of being disappointed when something is not what it seems, but remaining excited at what you thought it could have been.

On the subject of getting a vague memory of your first Headteacher’s wife “Sarah” as she stood behind her father who was demonstrating a method for joining two pieces of wood.

On the subject of not being quite sure of what to say or think.

On the subject of asking yourself if anyone will think that you are disrespecting them.

On the subject of being ordinary.

On the subject of trying to do something quickly but having to re do it because you made so many mistakes.

On the subject of having to watch whilst an adult demonstrates something treacherous.