>Our designer Lolly Robinson was spending a choir rehearsal break sitting in a Plymouth coffee shop and re-reading Shaun Tan’s The Arrival, only to emerge and see this:
Lolly emailed me, “It made me wonder what other experiences like this people have had while still in the thrall of a children’s book.” It reminded me of when I saw Independence Day one summer day in New York, emerging afterwards into the full-on Manhattan Friday five o’clock rush hour just like the mad dash from the aliens the New Yorkers made in the movie. They ARE here. I also remember a train trip on a rainy day through a wooded portion of Connecticut while listening to an audiobook of The Fellowship of the Ring–full-on cognitive assonance!
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>What is that coming out of the chimney? I can’t tell and it’s driving me crazy!
>It’s a flexible metal tube. I think they were getting their chimney re-lined. The building is Pilgrim Hall, a small museum not far from the site of different sort of arrival.
>I need to read that book now to fully appreciate it. Thanks!
>Oh! I thought it was an art installation. Truly! I’m kind of disappointed to discover it’s something far more prosaic. Oh well, life was always thus…