is it that those sweet and fragrant memories of working in london are all coming back to life in the present?
i can ask the question, the answer is however not one that i know.
i wake up wanting to do all sorts of things, unable to decide, i opened up a cupboard and started sifting through it and discarding objects that have been there for years as though i was discarding an irrelevant past. is that what i am doing?
i started composing an email to send to a friend now in south africa, on thinking that the email presents no satisfaction for the longing i feel for him, i discarded the draft. but that thought was not even in the foreground when i decided not to mail it... it was something else, something that actually is going to make me wonder.
on friday evening i spent at least one hour composing an email to a muse of mine, when i was finished for some odd reason it ended in my trash bin, i tried getting it back to the out box and although i heard the sound effect of when an email is beamed out, i have no copy of that message on my sent box. when this glitch in my actions happened while doing something that i have successfully done thousands of times, i wonder if it is just the whims of technology or the universe sending me a message. possibly it is neirther, it means absolutely nothing. i always forget.
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