eyes

the billboard kind of phrases my brain...seemingly closed into some odd hibernation these last few days....it seems, as ever, a quiet and soulless return...and there's a complete lack of desire or inspiration regarding the camera...think that i've taken, on average, three photo's a day since getting back....and have been unable to think of anything vaguely interesting to put underneath them...or anywhere else...

but this is not wholly unexpected, it's got the feeling of a transit place...a chance to catch up with friends, talk about words, play some music, the joy of those folk central to the freedoms that i've indulged myself in over time...and for this a week just isn't enough...and yet...always, these days are underpinned by the knowledge that next part begins on tuesday, that i'm on some level just waiting to move again...and that i'm displaying my restlessness in characteristic manner...