Confinement 18

sketchbook/april 2020

R.

Rubbish.

That’s the first word that popped into me as I wrote ‘R’ – which is weird, because I was expecting it to be Rub-a-dub-dub.

Dix-huitième lettre de l’alphabet et la quatorzième des consonnes.

Then my dictionary – the one that is informing these posts – goes on to say that it’s the usual notation for all of the real numbers.

Yesterday, Q, had a connection with rational numbers.

So…

Clearly….

I realise I don’t know which is which or what.

I think I’m fairly rational.

And I think I’m relatively real.

I just don’t think the world is either anymore.

If it ever was.

Besides it says 18 up the top; in fact it's 59 today.

Symbole du rontgen.

X-Rays.

I know where I stand with that.

confinement 17