Hello, remember me?
I used to loiter here, write down random thoughts and then stick them all over the walls. But I grew increasingly absent and ended up taking an impromptu hiatus broken only by a brief reappearance in the later part of 2009. But the incident was so poorly recorded that I was mistaken for Bigfoot and filed away with other unexplained phenomenon in a dark government basement.
I eventually managed to facilitate an escape and now, like a weary marsupial, groggy from a long hibernation; I have tentatively ventured out of the darkness to see what world awaits me and another of my thoughts I hereby stick to the wall:
But what is this? A one shot post, born from a desire to write but having no idea what to write, or the making of a comeback? I simply don’t know. What I do know is that I find myself with a real desire to write, so write I shall.
As I pen this entry, I am sat in a sparsely populated train carriage that is rattling through the East Anglian countryside in the early hours of a grey, morose winter’s morning. A fine, lazy rain is falling half heartedly. Like it thought it ought to make an appearance to be socialable, but would really rather be elsewhere, and did I mention a drunk murmuring to himself in an alcohol induced sleep?
It’s quite dark outside, so the solitary line of dirty luminescent lighting from the central aisle of the carriage appears strangely welcoming. The thought reminds me of the numerous occasions, when; sat on an empty country station platform; waiting for the last train home, I would watch the lit carriages on other tracks appear in the distance as tiny specks of light, growing steadily before speeding past and shrinking back in the darkness; Leaving no sign that they had ever been there, or had existed at all.
There is something about that scene that I find captivating. Perhaps it is the way in which the carriages appear to be tiny worlds existing within a greater realm of darkness. Tiny bubbles of light and life speeding relentlessly through time.
Talking of rushing through time, it’s February 2010 already. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; time really does just slip past quickly.
I have goals this year. I had goals last year, and largely achieved them. Unfortunately I did derail myself toward the later part of the year and I didn’t end up exactly where I wished to be. But still, progress is progress, and I intend to build upon it.
