so the top deck of the bus had to be closed cos of the syringe needles left on it.
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however but also:
-the genius story written and performed by the 7 year old,
-in the pub at the moment of Steven Gerrard's 91st minute equaliser,*
-the buzz of the crowd on stage in the lights and harmonies of the Bongo on sat night,
-the red green blue white and yellow flock of pigeons wheeling over the roof tops,
-and the volume of the live trance DJ in the flourescent lit chip shop where I sat waiting for my
night bus,

like where the surface gets a bit chipped, and a momentary fountain
bursts through from the vast reservoir just beneath.

seen any recently?

(*I know this is mixed (WHfans), but there was a certain beauty in it?
or maybe you saw it in Konchesky's moment?)

As I have been getting older I have been thinking that maybe reading and writing could be good things to do..
If you can believe that reading an essay could be good, I recommend this.
Ideally print, and drink tea.

thoughts and comebacks welcome.

"In the 1950's the French Situationists developed a technique for travel which they called the derive, the "drift". They were disgusted with themselves for never leaving the usual ruts and pathways of their habit-driven lives; they realised they'd never even seen Paris. They began to carry out structureless random expeditions through the city, hiking or sauntering by day, drinking by night, opening up their own tight little world into a terra incognita of slums, suburbs, gardens, and adventures. They became revolutionary versions of Baudelaire's famous flaneur, the idle stroller, the displaced subject of urbancapitalism. Their aimless wandering became insurrectionary praxis."
- Hakim Bey, [OvercomingTourism]