- swine replaces swine at the helm of the mothership, cracking the whip to a different beat, but a few weeks are enough for the slaves to realise that the whip is the same. only, i am increasingly of the view that a) the helm of the mothership seems to require swines. b) the swine's JD is to crack the whip. so maybe, this year, we should stop blaming the swines and whips and ships... and just get the hell out!!
- the walls of the mind crumbled to the power of the thoughts inside, and more was said to more, than these recent years had seen. the jury is still out on the merits of free speech, but there is an undeniable lightness. which is often the vacuum-like calm before the storm. or maybe it's just the tortuous burdern off the shoulder. it's so hard to tell. till it's too late.
- a cold winter night, three friends huddled together in a chorus of giggles, unbecoming of their finery, watching the fourth walk away into her future, very elegantly becoming the woman that some can imagine to be only in a parallel universe. never imagined we'd start with her. never imagined she'd pull it off so well. never imagined it would break my heart so.
but enough of the plague of the mind.
the year ahead seems exciting, having nothing to do with the above.
this is the year i shall visit london. and liverpool.
i don't know how, i don't know how MUCH. but it's just one of those things i know.
and the only way to ensure that i make the most of it, is to maintain a travelogue. which also means i need to do "interesting things" there, to make the travelogue readable of course. while i may not be able to pull off the "laptop-toting-writer-cum-tourist-in-the-street-side-cafe", and i'll probably need to carry a notebook and a camera around to keep track of places, events, and most imporantly, thoughts, i definitely think there will be enough fodder to keep this blog running for a bit. or not.
but it's worth a shot. an expensive shot, but this is the only time in my life, i think , when i can be obnoxious enough to bask in such self-importance, and pretend to be a writer, without taking anyone else's judgement too seriously.
except yours, of course.
