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Do you sing a song for Christmas or just for drunkeness?
Perhaps there is no difference.
Or maybe we will all strike it lucky in white packets with red thumb prints stamped on the face of things.
The Arabian Nights theme runs through this land and the last, a wish blown in whispers of spiced romance through the centuries and empires.
I'm eternally curious about people and sometimes the asphixiation of agoraphobia is not enough to disuade me from my voureistic impulse.
I'd like to think they are all huddled over with some existential concern, some romantic higher vibration.
The truth is they are more likely deliberating over some mathematical equation or a financial crisis.
The circular notion of life makes me laugh involuntarily.
On a road trip over newly laid paths to the 21st Century, I remarked that journeys make me want to sing "Hit the road Jack"- harping back to childhood days not so much filled with innocence as the need to sing through hardship and hunger.
And now, faced with no greater hardship than loneliness and an aching repulsion at the thought of going 'home', I hear it.
I haven't heard that song in well over a decade. I can't help but sing aloud and hope against all hope that something extraordinary occurs to hold me back when I am forced to return to the land of my birth, by no means home.
My return will cause my head to hang low in dissappointment.