Sunset in Regent's Park
Just took a bit of a stroll around Regent's Park as the sun was going down. Beautiful, the first reflective slow moments I feel like I have had in ages. Walked down along the pond and peoplewatched: husbands and wives, fathers and sons, mothers with strollers, lovers, old women, Indians, Muslims in their Nakalbs, footballers, men in suits, little kids everywhere, huge families and solitary thinkers. All embroiled in their moment by moment. Lost people, devoted people, passionate people. Weird and semi-euphoric clarity leaving me on the edge of some all-to illusive broader awareness, but never pushing me over. Mind wandering to so many things, changes in my life and in the lives of those that I love. Some by choice, some unavoidable as things move perpetually forward with the passage of time. Musing about a post I read a while back by Morbidiqua about how she doesn't want things to change from how they have been in that rad world o' yesteryear. I must say that it struck a strange and resonant chord in me and I found myself examining the changes in my life (as honestly I am all to want to do in moments alone) and where I am in relation to those days. Shit, I miss them too. Feels sometimes like things move so unbelievably fast, other times like the days drag by like weeks, hours seem days. Then zoooooom and all things in a feverish fastforward. I wish that I had come to some profound or overarching conclusion about any of this but most of the time I feel that I am just trying to keep pace and make peace with the things going on in my life.I miss my wife. Completely. Well... enough existentialist braindrool, as Keith says, set a course for the Hoth system! Now I make dinner steak and baked potato.mmmmm. meats of Doom. Then more Ritual Sacrificial Fun as the the Dissertation unfolds.