Something I saw in a dream. This kite turns up in this village once a year and flies low over the houses. It’s a different night every year, and no one knows why it happens.The kite seems to have a vague will to move forwards, and over the course of the night it gets snagged on bushes and aerials. It’s often found in the morning, draped over someone’s house, lifeless, and with the string snapped.
I love the idea that something so ceremonious could happen without any desire to let itself be known. It’s not there for anyone’s attention, and if you happen to catch sight of it, it’d be pretty special.