Archives for August 2022

No trouble please, we’re subaqua ferrostat beings.

This was just the beginning of a never ending story.

Twice, we went to the bank.

The teller’s eyes gleemed in admiration or admonition – we’re not sure which.

We left with a leaflet, no cash and lots of gold.

The coffee at the place next door was excellent.

I’d say they lived here all their lives.

They know everyone and the names of every nearby village.

They know when the crops are planted and harvested.

And, they know when to pick the berries.

If there were no thoughts in his mind perhaps he’d be calm, in a sort of zen state he’d never experienced before.

This popular notion, that nothing equals something quite special, was toyed with like a chewing gum in its final fizzle of flavour.

There is more to this than a cat’s cradle, a contemporary cause, or a bump in the road,

But how to proceed, there’s the thing.

You were easily striding across trees, landscapes and counties.

Countries? Not a problem.

A bus always goes somewhere and you don’t have to choose a destination, just hop aboard.

The view over the hill may be the same, but it’ll say different things.

Perhaps the message is the medium or au contraire…

A giant amongst small ideas, an equal amongst the majors.

Separate but connected.

The local chief brought me two leaves and a fish.

Thank you, I told him.

His wife, she was continually smiling, offered to cook the fish for me.

I never found out what the leaves were for, or what they meant.

It’s a long way to travel back there now, to find the answer to this mystery.

A memory with optional meaning. The fish was really good.