Sunday, 12 July 2009

Several long, drawn out, days reluctantly merge into one another. And although most of the days are empty, filled with only the details of being alive, eating, washing, sleeping. A few minor events unfold amongst them. An interview in an operating theatre, a cruise along the coast line, a film in the picture house, lunch with an old friend.

The relentless fracas of warm rain hitting the slate outside, reminds me of last spring. Many afternoons spent sitting at my faux classical, faux yew desk, aimlessly. And many mornings spent sitting on pool side, watching the flat water ripple, distort, and buckle as swimmers entered.

1 comment:

Tim in the City of Angles said...

urm... an interview in an operating theater? i would say that one stands out, like those iq tests that show a cat, a dog and an icbm intercontinental ballistic missal and then ask, "which object doesn't belong?"