August 2011
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push the fun button already.
The journey took me way back, a mix of feelings. It reminded me of traveling across anonymous off the beaten track America, a little ironic as here I am way behind the former Iron curtain - if only they knew you could have been in the same place on either side of the fence bar the accent and culture who knows what may have happened? A little less tension, perhaps.
I also lose a kilo or two in...
man in a suitcase.
Bottom right hand side, near the foot of the bed there it was. The suitcase.I didn’t realize it would become so important, nor return until yesterday.
A different suitcase, different contents, different country, different year - same shit. Baggage. A wonderful word with wonderful connotations, very apt.
Further away from the bed, in the corner, still at the foot, still to the...
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focus.
Kitchen’s clean. An inspection of the fridge reveals there’s one more day of leftovers which means I have to cook tomorrow. Damn. At least cooking for one means I tend to not have to cook for three or four days. My shirts are even ironed. I’m desperately trying to distract my distraction.
There’s loads of work, so it’s not like I’m idle. It’s a...
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sunday.
Right about now I wish I had the following:
A sunday newspaper.
Croissants.
My cat.
My record collection & record player ( an archaic music thing, you wouldn’t understand )
This would start things nicely. It would take quite some time. All morning.
That would be enough for now, for here. But then I remember, I remember how to do it properly. Then follows a long bath with sunlight...
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lemonade.
Large plastic tubs full of pig intestines don’t smell that nice. Preparation of chitlins were a frequent occurrence in the house, and holy hell they stink.
They arrive dirty, then are essentially scrubbed clean, then soaked in vinegar & boiled. Yummy bits of sliced pig intestine, a staple ‘soul food’. Soul Food, as I realize you may not know is another way of describing...
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a day in the work-life.
Wake up, think about sex. No point lying about it. Check phone. Smile. What to do, what to do. Get up, shower, read something as you eat. No, you’re right. A pdf isn’t *really* a book, is it? And what kind of person tries to read on THIS stupid little screen? Get dressed; we like a bit of nudity in this house.
Make tea as your token English habit, warm, wet and sweet. First...
