Archive for 2009

Opening weekend, APT 6
Wit Pimkanchanapong, Fruits 2007–09
Paper template + glue + an hour or so = starfruit

A Confession, Overheard
I don’t have a ticket.
Man
Why not?
Transit Officer
I didn’t buy one.
Man
Do you have the money to purchase a ticket?
Transit Officer
Yes.
Man, waving a $10.
Do you know it’s an offence to travel without a valid ticket?
Transit Officer
I know. You’ve spoken to me about it before.
Man
Right…well, what happened when we spoke to you about it before?
Transit Officer
I was fined $130.
Man
Okay…[long pause] tell you what, mate, if you get off at the next station and buy a ticket, I won’t fine you again. But since we’ve spoken to you about it before, the fine will be $200.
Transit Officer
When will the next train come?
Man
The trains are running every half-hour.
Transit Officer
Oh. I guess waiting another half-hour is better than paying $200. [pause] Thanks, mate.
Man

The acrobat’s daughter
In the dimness of the front row, the acrobat’s daughter sits on her mother’s lap. The acrobat’s daughter extends her small arms forward as far as she can, while her mother holds her down as firmly as she can. The acrobat’s daughter is reaching out to an acrobat on stage, her father. He stands on one end of a teeter-totter, and he is looking straight ahead. Soon two other acrobats run forward and jump on the opposite end of the teeter-totter, propelling him upwards, high into the air. He flips, he twists. He lands on the crash pad, and smiling, he raises his arms. He scans the audience, the shadowy faces and applauding hands, and spots his wife and his daughter. He smiles again. They smile back. The acrobat’s daughter claps.

Make room, not war.
I need everyone to move back!
Bus Driver
There’s no more room!
Passenger
This is John’s Cuddle Bus! C’mon! EVERYONE gets a cuddle!
Bus Driver
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