The Kettle
The other night I was walking along the canal, watching my breath, when I came across a remarkable sight. A white plastic kettle, sitting on a bench, all alone, with its power cable swaying softly in the wind. Who put the kettle there? Was it faulty? Was it replaced by a new, sleek, stainless steel kettle? It looked so out of place, an odd mix of technology and nature, the past and the present, human and inanimate, i thought a lot about the kettle, and then I forgot about it. Just like somebody else did.
