As the train moves ever closer to the beginning of my teaching day, I try to recall what I was dreaming last night, or only two hours ago -it seemed momentous at the time, I woke up clearly remembering everything vividly -or so I thought- and now I cannot even recall what it was about, what the astounding insight I was having of the connection between things apparently unrelated in the real world was. All an illusion, but so seductive at the time, leaving me longing for whatever it was that is now lost down the washbasin's plughole.
trains of thought..
As the train moves ever closer to the beginning of my teaching day, I try to recall what I was dreaming last night, or only two hours ago -it seemed momentous at the time, I woke up clearly remembering everything vividly -or so I thought- and now I cannot even recall what it was about, what the astounding insight I was having of the connection between things apparently unrelated in the real world was. All an illusion, but so seductive at the time, leaving me longing for whatever it was that is now lost down the washbasin's plughole.
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green and pleasant lands ... near Chichester
Well this last week-end I didn't go to the alt-alt at the Slimelight in the end, didn't go to see the Damned, didn't go to LonCon, which looks like…
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Bits I don't like so much about the summer: - the heat. Yes, it is absurd, I grew up and lived half my life in a place that is probably hotter than…
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a week end
Last week-end brought Dead and Buried on Friday (danced a fair, it was a very good night bit but felt somewhat outside of it), a very strange…
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