On June 5th these documents were hung airing by a door on easily detachable poles. As someone walked past the draft of air would sway them and jingle the single bent and naked pole from which drapped double-backed earrings and a scented bleach rose.
Looking like flags, four sheets of recycled newspaper wear, tear and discolour in the draught jostling together they seem out of place, precipitous and fragile.
