Thursday, September 11, 2003
...check that date...the world outside my window seems the same to me, the past doesn't feel any further away, but the future DOES...
maybe I am hiding from something here...maybe, I don't know.
maybe I am hiding from finding out what I am hiding from.
usually, I run from trouble.
this time, I don't even want to know what kind of trouble I'm in.
isn't it so very easy just to sit here, do nothing, watch the world carry on its life outside, the people go about their business, and close the curtains, turn on the T.V. and complain that life is taking you nowhere?
so, this christmas, I am going back to England.
I could end up in a world of trouble.
I realise it is a huge risk I am taking.
so why am I not running the other way?
time for an el smoko.
What I realised last night: I have enough time on my hands to lead a double-life.
maybe I am hiding from something here...maybe, I don't know.
maybe I am hiding from finding out what I am hiding from.
usually, I run from trouble.
this time, I don't even want to know what kind of trouble I'm in.
isn't it so very easy just to sit here, do nothing, watch the world carry on its life outside, the people go about their business, and close the curtains, turn on the T.V. and complain that life is taking you nowhere?
so, this christmas, I am going back to England.
I could end up in a world of trouble.
I realise it is a huge risk I am taking.
so why am I not running the other way?
time for an el smoko.
What I realised last night: I have enough time on my hands to lead a double-life.
