Memory Cloud

Tonight, and for the successive two nights, a couple of artists are going to turn text messages into smoke words in Trafalgar Square as part of a project run by the ICA called Memory Cloud. I've been thinking of the words I would choose to describe clouds and they are:

forsaken
friendless
lonesome
rejected
unloved
unwanted
outcast
desolate
forlorn

because, as Wordsworth pointed out, clouds are lonely travellers.