HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!:
Changing trains from Leeds to Essex, sustained on water, wraps &
chocolate & the souldfood of sunlit fields yet to feel the cut of
the plough. Train travel is time between time, to let the head
drift, look, listen, write, do nothing if the mood feels right,
it’s the gift of meditative space in an era of 24/7 headlong rush
into work-aholic addiction. The daily guilt-trip from unanswered
emails, unreturned calls & the torrent of things-to-do in order to
fit the fictitious requirements of an adult suckered in by the
demands of 21st century bullshit. What happened to staring out
the window? What happened to sitting quietly, listening, hearing,
letting the thoughts stop racing & find their own direction,
unfettered by the nonsense’s of this ludicrous culture we
allow to eat us alive, imprison us, suck the joy out of us.
When do we get let out to play, let out on parole for good
behaviour? I got sober to be happy.