I Was Only Sleeping...

You get on, hopefully not the man you destroyed last week. No, it isn't. Find yourself a seat and sit down. Quietly. This is not the place for chat unless you are over 60 or insane. Sometimes you read and sometimes you listen and sometimes both. Your mind wanders. Funny how moments of inspiration come to you at the most inconvenient times. There is no pen and paper here and don't you dare ask to borrow some. A glance through a pub window shows a nanosecond's footage of a intimate kiss, they could be married, they could be brother and sister, but in that moment, in that split second, they are stripped of all being and become merely a beautiful image. Often, standing, or sitting, as a bystander is more worthwhile than acting that moment. You're distracted but you're nearly home. Walking on hind legs causes memory loss. You rush but the words are gone. Only the unshakable image remains.

Fever Ray - Keep The Streets Empty For Me
Vibes - Shake It Off
David Byrne and Brian Eno - Qu'ran

Image by Wieslaw Walkuski, King Lear