Friday, April 21, 2006
Am I whingeing a lot lately?
I hope not, but I’m getting an echo of disaffection every time I open my mouth.
Chinese whispers of disillusionment are coming back to me from all corners.
My keyboard taps out insurgency.
There’s definitely something in the air.
Lovely says I need a safety valve.
Something simultaneously tedious and absorbing, like constructing York Minster out of matchsticks, something that will take five or six years to complete and teach me the value of patience.
Garden Ruin - Calexico