Friend of My Youth

The eye covers distances in a second. It lusts for freedom. Looking out, I often wanted to be free - not of home, but of the city. The eye (if it's gazing upon something it's unhappy with, as I was) might see nothing. Looking up is different. I have the freedom I then wanted.

Some books I buy for their title, others for brevity. I love short books - the way you know from the first page that it's going to end.

Each view has a history. You sense you're where others have been.

History is always lying before you, unnoticed: till you suddenly see it, as we do now.

I'm undecided about the time we live in. This ongoing passage to oblivion. The disappearance of things you took for granted. Then there's the renaissance of things you never knew of, or presumed you'd never see again.