Adventures of a blue upright vacuum cleaner
A window. First floor. The man glimpses outside. Downwards. Grass. Just grass. It needs cutting. Concrete path. Pebble finished precast concrete garage panels. Cloudy. The man looks out, again. This time, an upright vacuum cleaner is standing on the grass. Flanking the concrete path. A blue machine.Proud. Settling its thingness on that afternoon.
He misses an eyelid. He watches again. It is no longer there. It has disappeared.
The man wonders.
The internet of things.