for some time now,
F. has been coming to the copy shop,
usually once a week. he comes & brings a bag that has a special design,
a kind of soft case & waterproof thing, the kind of bag you get from a mother or aunt. a practical bag.
He carries piles of strangely coloured drawings in it.
we sort them & we copy them. we lay them out.
slowly they become series of sequences.
