Watch With Mother. John Ravenscroft

My mother is sleeping, stretched out in her new chair. I turn on her TV, volume low, kneel down and feed the cassette I've brought into her VCR. Like my mother the machine is old and doesn't always co-operate, but I've caught it on a good day. It swallows the tape without complaint and begins to run. I ease back towards the settee and settle down to watch. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166     The images flicking across the screen are black and white - cleaned up, but still grainy. A xylophone…