Monday 11th August



When I’m surrounded by the noise of information traffic,
the random evolving conversations about plans for the day,
when I’m caught in the crossfire of too many ideas about
open ended possibilities I hear the alarm to run, the ship
is sinking…& I start to sing
‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. The twist & flow of words I don’t
understand, but sound like they know what they mean
open a crack into a parallel world whose noise is in
oposite & equal measure to the noise around me.
I slip through to silence.

Scaramouche, Saramouche…


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