Tired thoughts this evening, to match a tiring week. Not much energy left to do much other than contemplate the madness that is our working week, and how so much time and effort can go into so little that feels satisfying. I suppose my chance to be a dirty bohemian is gone - but I enjoy plumbing, regular meals, fresh food and four walls with a ceiling to really be a pretentious bastard and 'leave it all behind'. As much as I'd love to gaze haughtily from my compost-heap ivory tower situated on my free-range self-sufficient small holding, eating only the finest home grown organic foods while being cooled by my wind and solar powered fans, the sheer annoyance of my existence would force me to punch myself repeatedly until I needed serious medical care (the kind that comes in hospitals with heavy prescription drugs - not herbal tea's and petal poultices).
Stuck on 'Kid A' for the drive home today and had a very strange moment on the 403 just before Mavis. "Treefingers" started playing and in my half-crazed state of tiredness and frustration time suddenly slowed down and I felt as if I was walking on the moon. Colours were momentarily more vivid, and a strange sense of peace and understanding washed over me. What the christ...?
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