This evening, I am a stranger to recent changes here - the floating island in pond 1 has sunk - the 18 geese are gone - and there are plenty of sweet blackberries. I hope to gather some soon. .. And at this seat there are midges. I can feel them biting so I'll move... But I'm glad to be back where I still feel so at home.
I go to the public toilet but it has already closed for the night - so I dig a small hole in which to bury my traces in the undergrowth. I like the earthiness of that.
20.25 Now I am in the meadow close to the summer holiday funfair - hearing the low beat of diesel generators and a similar beat of amplified music as I look at the llluminated rides and stalls of this synthetic entertainment of wheels and thrills that I do not enjoy . And beyond the trees are the city lights in the dusk - all these things, natural and invented, beneath a nearly motionless sky of pale grey-pink clouds and patches of pale blue.
And now I cannot see the letters as I write - but I can feel the magnified motions of the inkless electronic pencil...
...so I continue in ink on paper - the contrast is greater and I can still see what I'm writing...Why do people like funfairs - commercialised versions of the inhuman working conditions that result from putting people and machines in close conjunction? Ugh! The glorification of what's wrong in industrial living. But I suppose it's natural to like what you are adapted to.
Time to return... on my way back I noticed cracks in the ground - about 20 metres long and about 5 centimetres wide and 10 or more centimetres deep. I suppose a result of dry weather. The climate seems less stable than it was but that could be an illusion.If you wish to reproduce any of this text commercially please send a copyright permission request to jcj at publicwriting.net