1. A conversation
2. A good feeling
3. At the time
4. Dreams and scale
5. An X
6. Bret
7. Gerrard
8. Knock on the floor
9. Matchboxes
10. New mix
11. Newspapers
12. Purple
13. Sebastian
14. Steve
15. Wisdom of gardens
16. What would it be
17. Dropping wine glasses
18. Two memories
19. The Ninja Tunes
20. When she agreed
21. Tattoos
22. Back in Joburg again
23. Wind
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How can I look down at my Cats, my boots, that I haven't worn since I left England,
next to two puddles on a pavements edge and feel such longing?
I think that could be bad. To feel in that way.
And then I think how much of life I could miss by thinking that bad and in
perpetually haunted time.
This morning I was looking down at the ground between my feet and thinking how
detailed that is. How difficult it would be to describe those pebbles, their different
sizes and textures, the varying colour of soils and all it's parts, the tiny baby weeds
and the odd insects. The reflections on water.
And then I think how much easier it is to describe the enormity of the sky above
when I casually look up.
In that way I wonder about the imagination's way of assigning meaning to vastness
and infinities. And just passing over soil in boots.
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