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I put out loads of scrap paper on the terrace to protect the floor when I made my 'indymedia' stencilled t-shirt - which came out perfectly btw. I still haven't bothered to tidy them up and they float onimously about the flat in the breeze adding more than a touch of surreality to the place. I think I might leave them as they've become a part of the scenery. The cat has taken to them well as they're always willing to play and his brother has left of it's own accord for a (hopefully) better future.
Meanwhile life continues to drain and provide it's various qualities in and out of my (and our collective) system(s). People ask questions which I answer and everything seems to be ok.
However, I fear monotomy. To me boredom and monotomy are two of the things that life has to offer that are most dangerous to the psyche. The trickiest job is balancing the avoidance of these things with peace of mind, something I had little desire to achieve, let's say 7 years ago, but now seems to be increasing in importance.
Just witnessed a rabid feminist, anti-war demonstration on the main street. Of course the FUCKING poLICE where out in their numbers, dressed ridiculously in plastic storm-trooper getup, most of them being younger than myself, giggling like girls, whilst brandishing guns bigger than a baby's arm.
The protesters where LOUD and it was the first demo I've seen here with carnival drumming. Damn those drums know how to hotwire the soul out of it's passive drowse .. a tear near came to my eye.
I need some countryside. It's been 9 months now.
Meanwhile life continues to drain and provide it's various qualities in and out of my (and our collective) system(s). People ask questions which I answer and everything seems to be ok.
However, I fear monotomy. To me boredom and monotomy are two of the things that life has to offer that are most dangerous to the psyche. The trickiest job is balancing the avoidance of these things with peace of mind, something I had little desire to achieve, let's say 7 years ago, but now seems to be increasing in importance.
Just witnessed a rabid feminist, anti-war demonstration on the main street. Of course the FUCKING poLICE where out in their numbers, dressed ridiculously in plastic storm-trooper getup, most of them being younger than myself, giggling like girls, whilst brandishing guns bigger than a baby's arm.
The protesters where LOUD and it was the first demo I've seen here with carnival drumming. Damn those drums know how to hotwire the soul out of it's passive drowse .. a tear near came to my eye.
I need some countryside. It's been 9 months now.