remuemenage

whenever the world presses my mind casts itself to the foamy brine, the broad expanse and craggy rawness beckons. the sea is my natural home, and I am feeling the landlocked claustrophobia most in the artificial extremity of academic closure - my little hothouse. it keeps me occupied and switched on, but I worry about its global soul deadening effects.

I will see it through to the satisfaction of completion but am already relishing my escape from the academy - a place I have lingered far too long

tired of playing the academic dilettante - though I think I will continue to explore my varied interests in an auto-didactic fashion perhaps perpetually

eventually I'd like to acquire-design-build a sturdy seagoing sailing vessel and travel to parts abroad - become a traveler

I'm going home - and when I wanna go home I'm going mobile ... let the police and the taxman miss me

-The Who-

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Ephemera

gloves, glass bottles
delicate gesture
hesitant perch
simple offerings
discrete ornate
collecting briefly
mapping pale trajectories
with dancing slipper grace
platter of pins & buttons
hovering thoughts
ghost memorials that linger
flicker and fade
life is motion