Morse Code- Daily Object Writing -Nov 14
Nov 14th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingTuning in on the old Rambler radio, the big dial surfs across waves of static, occasional bursts of foreign language caught in short wave swirl that licks the sound as if it were a lollipop, the sound going all curly whirly. The scanner comes across a series of dots and dashes caught in a wah wah pedal wash of high and low frequencies, but the message is constant. Automated noise filling more of the worlds unseen micro waves.
As a last resort a radio operator in a tiny metal coffin lets his fingers tap tap tap away in measured moments dots and dashes, short long long short long long short dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot, S.O.S.. this bird is in trouble, the Titanic filling up with the freezing waters of the North Atlantic, lights disappearing underwater souls trapped for nearly ever. dot dot dot……
A telegram in mum and dads photo album. Missing you ++STOP++ home soon ++STOP++ love Pete ++STOP++. In the days before international telephones he communicated from whatever part of the globe the navy had deposited him in. The notification in faded creamy paper with red borders, the message in solid black.
