Almost, just about in London...wondering where you are as I write this and how you survived the day. I can hear talk around me.. a thrumming hum... but cannot speak. I feel locked away into silence, bound in solitude...anonymity a cloak I wear.
They brought around a "snack" three slices of what could have been chicken breast but which instead resembles plastic mouldings.. or styrofoam!! and a raisin scone. I looked at the scone and was suddenly back int he Museum in the Cafeteria..watching you eat as we talked.. traded..thought.
I checked out oft hat room at 12 exactly and nipped out downtown and collected all the bits and pieces to bring for these at home. back home.. Richer and poorer for this time.. But no regrets.. NOT one!!
Would it have been better if WE had never happened?? Please Ian..what an utterly stupid question.
Do you not know hat this will never die?/ Not us?? I know this
