Double this up
I feel as though I am cranking old machinery into gear.
No. It was the Castle who were wrong in the first place. Of course you can read old texts through these-days theory – in fact, what else can you do? What’s it called – historical parity – you don’t have to have that to have authenticity.
But that’s something else – authenticity.
However – an academic career would not have suited me in any case –
Bus – just there, but I can’t run.
Keep myself company in these pages again for a while.
I have a tag (or is it a category) called ‘casting about’ and that might be what I’m doing.
A bit absent to myself, you could say, but if I say that, who am I saying it to?
I must insist that this does matter.
“She hasn’t learnt to go round people yet.”
A dad about his kid on a scooter, but I was out of the way by instinct before I knew she was there.
Oo! They’ve crossed and gone into the house with the turrets cut into the hedge.
Do they live there?
Wish I lived there.
But it wouldn’t be me cutting the turrets.
Where’s that bus?
You miss one, you miss them all.
Call it ‘Double this up’ – I have what would turn into a double space between these – thoughts – it might not translate well on to mobile phones, since the thoughts are so – short.
I do think of my reader.
No. I explain only what I have to. You can so much get yourself into hot water if you’re not careful.
Shut up now.