You’ll have to excuse me. I’m experiencing a moment of extreme clarity. I have seen deeper into something than perhaps could be expected of even the most serious man. I have interpreted past the sum of parts and find myself staring into the cold hard centre of a middle distance. What a distance that is.
And just look at the sea, isn’t it big. Bigger than our sulking imagination can handle. Even bigger than a bus. A big bus - multiple decks with each level representing some layer of consciousness or something equally equal. Layers of a cake with each one a levels on a bus. A maximum of two levels to stop the boss toppling and thus upending the cake as it navigates twists is the never ending road that will eventually come to an end.
To think just twenty minutes earlier I was buying jacket potatoes from the Coop, and now here I am, wind blowing through my long hair (I don’t have any hair), standing rigid and reflective on the edge of a cliff on the Dorset coast, realising that existence is bigger than the triviality of my everyday activities.
A wave hits a rock, spray disseminates uproariously in slow motion. A temporary increase in the in volume of the background music. Something classical in a particular key.
I’m so past the point of caring about any things that are the actual thing that they are. I will no longer deal in such antiquities. Moonlight Shadow starts and I turn around to stride confidently towards you as everything fades into an unforgettable deep black.
This is how I spend my time now that Neighbours has finished.
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