March 3rd, 2013

dreamscape with moon 1

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Only takes a little nothing, an old photograph slipping out of a forgotten cardboard box when looking for something else and I find myself travelling in time, to that room in a college in the West Country twenty four years ago during those guitar summer schools that Jack Duarte used to organise there. I wonder what has happened to those people and places, And I wonder, given the fit of bittersweet longing that befalls me then, how it may feel, if I'm alive at all, many years from now when I come across those pictures and they remind me of times when the sun was still rising up in the sky and the road stretched ahead, full of promise.

However, in the meantime, life goes on and me with it, ever onwards...