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have been slacking.

missed the post for 19th jan.

anyway, went climbing yesterday. bus 29 seemed to take longer than usual to make the 40min odd journey there. the bus was relatively empty because there was another bus that left not 5 minutes before the one that i took.

there was this guy sitting by the window alone. he was holding this pice of paper that had been folded before. then along camden road, he seemed to have spotted his friend. he moved towards the window of the disabled space and waved outside. this guy (outside) waved back. The guy in the bus waved the paper and pressed it against the window. the guy outside moved to look closer, gave a girn (or thumbs up). before he could say or do more, the bus moved off, leaving him and the girl smiling and waving behind.

guy on the bike, he got off while the bike was still moving and half ran with it before it slowed to a stop.

office. full of books. pushed the button with one hand but it wouldn’t open. had to use both hands to pry the top open. spectacles. a helmet on the floor.

today’s post.

too much milk can upset one’s stomach. lots of running around today.

lady at the counter said ‘oh i can’t shout’ to her friend at the other cashier. she had said ‘next please’ before that, but the customer didn’t hear. i made my order. the cashier asked ‘how hot’, and ‘any sides’, and ‘any drinks’.

dislike walking through mews. it is so quiet, there isn’t a soul around and it just feels dirty and might have creepy crawlies or rats hanging around.

bought milk. friji chocolate fudge brownie and friji chocolate milk. it was 2 for 1 so 1.10 in all. Delicious and satisfied my craving for chocolate milk. Had wanted something sweet and cold.

Cash dispensing machine outside Tescos was spoilt. Had to use the other one at the corner. Had to walk back and wait in line for my turn.

Cold today.

Many people handing in Economics work. Crowded and hot.

COS-T-S. That’s how people here pronounce costs. One word seems to have three syllabus when they say it like that.

No problem at-tall.

Americans go… a-dall.

Photos of Friji another time.

Watched Wings of Desire today. Really liked the film. Love the slow unhurried pace of the movie that feels peaceful, tender, real. Have to say the script at the last part was rather disgusting. But I love how you have to discover what the film is about slowly as you watched it and the film reveals itself in due time. The answers are not difficult to find but the questions are hard to uncover. I am awfully glad that I watched it. The poem below features in the film.

Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.
When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.

 

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