When I began this errand into the wide blue, I expected the unexpected around every corner, or at east around every second corner, characterful characters that would take me under their smelly sleeve and whist me off on wildly wandering adventures, never wanting for needs or needing wants but living for the awakened moments where you see that the sun shines brighter when you have a smile and a smile to smile at. I thought that my town, sleepy and quiet, was quiet because it lacked the unexpected around the corners and the characters that made the rest of the world so exciting. My errand was to find these things, these magical places and fantasticational (people that educate you with their fantasticalness) people and find out how they worked, and then be able to create them anywhere.
As it turns out corners are really quite predictable...
And I have not encountered a mad hatter with smelly sleeves...
I don't seem to be one that attracts the unexpected and the unconventional, or is it that I don't do the unexpected or be unconventional? I am quite sure it is the latter. It is probably said, by some one some where that you create your own reality, so it seems that I am a blind man looking for red.
I am in London, after what was an unexcuseably lazy week in Menorca, a sick few days in Brighton and a day or so in Bristol. It is nice here, far north london. It is like being at home. Which is worrying as I am again doing so little. Speaking with Jonathan in between movies and sleep-ins, my equally relaxed host who just got back from a 6 month journey, I wonder what it will be like when I do return, as plans for change seem to be easily forgotten.
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