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taking refuge

I don’t know what im doing here. There are a crowd of people who seem dressed up but not in a cheerful way, then there is me, sat in the corner observing rather than crying.  They are loud, noise irritates me, my fault for being in the place in the first place, but last time I did this it was really peaceful.  And the light was right and it was warm and cosy and I had an aclocholic drink.

I have an alcoholic drink now, but there are conversations going on that sound as if they all work on a London fruit market,  ‘get your broccoli for a pound’ or what ever.  The ladies have walked straight from the set of eastenders.

Its my fault for being here.  I just got bored at home, and somehow didn’t want to be at home, not because I was hankering after company, but maybe the chance to play with wifi in the pub.  Now that’s pathetic. Gosh that man has a overly substantial gut.

news just in …

i am writing this on my tiny nintendo dsi. i am quite impressed as you all should be. looking forward to mobile blogging.

new subs and old shadows

Hard boiled wonderland and the end of the world.  murakami.

waiting…

if you could actually fly away….

If by some miracle you grew wings and took to the skies, i would be surprised.  If by remote chance you took off and flew the length of Worthing, then coming back would be a sure thing.  How does it work, though? you have wings, which fly so far then trail away into the ground.  you start and jump, and fly for a time, but then you drown.

i wish i knew how to make it so, how to make it be that you could fly forever, without some one clipping your journey short.  i wish i knew how to make that happen, but i guess no-one ever does, otherwise you would be flying (as you wish) forever.

‘If we could fly away on a wind turbine’

Thoughts for the day.

2010

The New Year is upon us, and as it looms the people that do are reminiscing over the last 10 years.  All that has and has not happened, all that has changed and developed. Mobile technology, mobile communications, networking, digitising visuals, celebrities, sub-lebrities, real tv, fake tv, downloads, legality, illegality.

The change has been drastic, phenomenal, hugely engaging for everyone (everyone with a broadband connection) Has this been the decade that changed the world?

i don’t think i can actually answer that.

searching…

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