ryman

Wondering...
I got the train back to the city this evening, rolling through a senseless landscape - just odd reflections and glimpses and lights from places I'll never visit. Sometimes it seemed like the ryhthm of the trees and telegraph poles would match the music (Low : "Things we Lost in the Fire") all breaks and stutters and things fading into view, and then I'd turn away and lose my place in the order of things.
Was it ever there, or was it just me wanting it to make sense? Just for a moment...

Home was as it ever is: quiet, infuriating, a little terrifying. I loved it. It feels good to be back in the city though: it feels like there's potential here again, and it hasn't felt like this in ages. Ideas for another year, a storecupboard full: paintings, writing, people and places.
New Year/Hogmanay is looming and I'm still in a state of complete disorganisation. I've said yes to about a dozen different parties when all I want to do is hide somewhere warm and drink and dance a little. I'm not sure i'm going to get away with that...
If I don't speak to you before then, hope you have a good one, and the very best of years in 2005.
much love
x r