The fatigue i felt during this time is ebbing,the ever running brook so made famous by Tennyson...
I chatter,chatter,as i flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But i go on forever.
Has babbled some softness, of which i am glad of in the harsh world beyond the simple glass window,not far from this blank screen i battle with daily.
So much has changed since i took that poem in a rucksack around the world back in 1991..so much.Yet tonight of all nights it has once more wandered through the anal passages in my mind.Fate..arrhhh yes...walk on the wild side.