Discarded Intimacy

The night after library hours (at around 22.00) I found these pants hanging from a tree on St. Donatts Road near the college. I couldn’t mark it on the tree but my friend had a great idea of drawing the outline of the shadow on the pavement. And it looked pretty nice in the end. I did not take the pants because we thought that it was there as a memorial or something because it was hung in such a way with a plank of wood in front of it. No writing though. I thought I’d leave it and see maybe it would still be there in a weeks time.