as the days go by

What a strange counterpoint between the very extremely alarming news coming from... out there (waves vaguely at the world outside) and the relatively hum-drum or at least quotidian river of life in my corner, quietly sliding past in guitar lessons, practice, local goth clubs at the local rock pub, walks to the Heath or down in the general direction of that there London. Posting pictures of sunsets that nobody sees, posting clips of my guitar playing that nobody seems to care about. Reading, again in strange counterpoint, a fantasy book with minor gods who intervene in the affairs of humans for the next Bibliogoth and also Naomi Klein's 'Shock Doctrine', with its resonances with the nightmare currently about to unfold in the world. Enjoying a bit of coconut sorbet ice-cream and talking to a few friends, walking down the South Bank in the night but also driving up the M1 to my school of Tuesdays when it's still dark and I'm only 10% awake if that. The river of life's currents continue their sliding by, relentlessly.