1935:
The idea of lag is invented. People rush home for a cup of tea, possibly a biscuit of some variety and to ponder the purpose of lag.
i'm missin' on that which was once, not too far back, vast, open, space. space in general is a niceity im fond of. today i saw so many faces, so many bodies preoccupying precious space, and messing with my sense of reality.
please everybody go home, or else we'll have to begin colonizing new lands and appropriating new space so i can hack it all better. im filled with mostly bittersweetness.
rain in the winter seemed far less daunting on the island. i remember the mass preparations for the perma-wet, the soaking shoes, the unusually strong wind, and taking it all in stride. "hi dad, its raining today (again), but that's okay. i dont mind. its alright"
yeah, yeah.
living amoungst the greeks who lurve their suburbs. tunnel communication, (welcome back), learning to be still, forgetting where my thoughts went, wishing i was you, et finally understanding the grandeur of company and living unalone.
storytime is dead these days, kids.
allt i lagi. as smari would remind me.
etet ettt, SKAL / bonne fete mr.Bowie. let's dance.
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