I love the related videos on YouTube. They are either directly related to the video – other songs by the same band you are currently watching a video of – or they are slightly more tangential.
Today, I was watching a video on how to replace a screen on a Lumia 925, because Keri’s screen is quite scratched and, since I have started doing screen repairs at work, I might give it a go for her at some point. One of the related videos was a knife and hammer test on the same phone by a YouTube user called TechRax.
From that there were plenty of tests for iPhone 6’s – dropping them in Liquid Nitrogen, baking one in a turkey for four hours and boiling one in coke. In all of them, TechRax was surprised to find that the phone suffered damage. Well, yes.
Anyway, that was not the point of what I am saying. One of the related videos from this last one was a video of someone who left an egg in a bowl of Coca-Cola for one year. Why? Just why? The egg was disgusting. The shell had melted off and the egg itself had solidified brown. I think this person has too much time on their hands.
So here is a poem. The prompt from NaPoWriMo.net is to write a pastoral, or a poem about nature.
Two thousand, nine hundred and
seventy steps concreted steps.
A walk I take every day from my
own front door to work’s front door.
Cracked tarmac, chipped curbs,
vandalised brick walls. Variations of greys
and blacks and deep disturbing reds.
About half-way down there is a field,
a small patch of verdance behind a criss-cross
wire fence. At opposite ends of the field
there are holes in the fence. Sometimes,
once a week, I take a short-cut through this field.
I stop and stand on the grass for a moment.
I can still see the roads, the cars, the unkempt
buildings but for 1% of my day, I feel
at least a little more attached to nature.