Looking toward the overtly metaphoric horizon, laden with goals and ambitions, the blazing reality of this trip is slowly setting, casting a gaudy edge to my imagination.
Suddenly the mundane ripples I have sent through my life thus far are bounding back towards me in the shape of intensely colourful tsunamis.
The same pint, in the same pub, in the same city with the same people isn’t quite as bad as I maybe professed. In contrast, the random gloop, in a random tavern, in a random city with some random people seems somewhat more neutral. Continue reading ‘On second thoughts…’
