Archives for 2019

Shared seating was more truly shared than we expected.

On those train journeys I sat with someone sitting in my lap or vice Vera, we were strangers at the start of the route and almost so at the end.

One time I ended up in correspondence for years with a new shared seating pal.

So the next time I walked into a restaurant where all tables sat 10-12 people, everyone joined strangers at the meal, I felt I’d returned to a sort of traveler’s home away from home.

We drove through the forest, staying on the surfaced road even though tempted by mysterious logging tracks.

Later we realized we had always been in the clearing, with open vistas and endless understanding, all our lives.

The next time we took winding tracks, more like poorly sketched paths, and discovered the answers to questions we had never thought to ask.

Announcing the new flexible computer made of bacteria and available at your local supermarket, it takes photos rather well.

Non-fat milk is a good accessory to go with it.

Advice on new folk music and how to form a video on TikTok are available in aisle 12.

There’s a “special” on nucleides and telomeres. And an even better price and double points if you have a loyalty card.

A red velvet pouch concealed the silver pointer.

There was a point to be made, the tools of attention were unnecessary.

Sending a fleeting glance towards the sky, long-lost and still hopeful of rescue, the party edged closer.

Closer to what, no-one was sure.

There was a feeling the searching was over, the light seemed clearer, bluer and warmer.

Today, at lunchtime we will drink a toast to the unknown party.

It looked like smoke but it was the dust from rugs being “thwacked” to clean them.

The morning had started in an original fashion, the residents were all qualified “creators” and they managed to find something fresh to greet every day.

Being original was the ultimate sign of nobility. To repeat was to be a bottom rung tag-sailer (a local phrase for someone who clung to the efforts of others so as to be swept along without their own exertion).

A strange place, a weird state.

The travel agent must have been crazy or had an odd sense of humor to book us in here to stay at the Shifting Minds Hotel.