Shining threads

Shining threads

Sunday, 18 November 2012


Reading the back, sides and front of a cereal box. Opening the plastic wrapping to liberate the free gift which serves to distract for a few moments. Wondering whether to add more milk or more cereal and round and round until I draw a line and STOP.

Climbing a tree, getting higher and higher, holding onto thinner and weaker branches until I eventually draw a line and STOP.

Enjoying the craft of spliff-rolling, curling the Rizla paper around the evenly-spread tobacco and cannabis mix, smoking yet another one until I draw a line and STOP.

Picking another book off the shelf and perusing its pages, I embark on another mission of info-injecting, followed by the inevitable process of processing, digesting and sifting the wheat from the chaff, until I draw a line and STOP.

Entering into a new relationship, getting closer and closer, deeper and deeper, drowning in the waters of disclosure and bodily fluid, until I draw a line and STOP.

Within the beats of the rhythm there are hundreds of pauses, each of which is a STOP. Reality is a flowing set of traffic lights, a car with a hand-brake, a house with a bed, a computer with a shut down function.


Take a break. Then make a break.


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