One doesn't even have to go to the SW towns of the palefaced urbanites -all just a variation of London; Never mind 1992 - when i schismed then from wandering occasionally up a London people street - never a 'Londoner' but i enjoyed people watching as one walked along places like Portobello or High St Ken ... that year i remember so well (i kept mine in my pocket, always) " gee.....all of them or 90% walking along now have their eyes down, heads down in their little phones -- it's horrible.... no point being alive, is not being alive... I mean if one must ponder who these city people are you need to at least see their eyes and maybe even what catches their eyes.... no more! leave....go.... that and no one ever keeps to an arrangement any more"
But a day catching up on basics one can only get in the town-shopping, it so wacks you point blank between the eyes: as she chimed... " posture....it is as if the human race is drooping back into some previous form.."
Not me... never...(what a life of enough log chopping and a bit of rotten wood refurbishment gives you - standing up propper, always) . but it is in fact actually an insult to the mind ...and my body and soul
Why bother being on the tightrope of whether one may live or not... but there is an answer to that question that if i do i must get into just a few natty little paragraphs... (having seen HIM lastereve - i get it...he is so angsty and ....well its that word, arrogant - variations of being arrogant without appearing arrogant, their quest to find the quay to
be 'successful' without questing for any quay)
