Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

second checklist

large rucksack-type bag, easy on the shoulders, darkly distinctive in colour, yet able to contain immeasurable weight, photographical equipment and thought?

thick tome within which to hide eyes, thoughts, dreams, and wonders, and realising that slowly leafing through reveals delicate snowdrops of information - of frozen thought, of memory - that could have happened to anyone and everyone, but makes such lyrics feel as if they reveal a thread more of understanding with each letter?

eyes ready to journey through fields and towns, horizontal horizons, vast cityscapes and wishing to squish the fluid bubbles formed in fizzy sky?

musical apparatus with which to conduct an orchestra and hear the sweeping fantasia hoot and tear into such sublime harp-plucked symphony…which would provide the greatest soundtrack to escapism?

the wish and need to feel caffeination beyond belief, mixed with the heady scent of grit, grime, electricity, the heat of the city… to create some sense, some notion, that you are living, and tiny compared to its vast expanse?

i can’t wait.

“delicate snowdrops of information”

I love that phrase.

I suspect that it will be the best cup of coffee you taste all year.

Send us a postcard (not literally).

andophiroxia - do snowdrops grow near you?

Mr. Witness, sir - i imagine it will be, too. there may be un-literal postcardliness…