online: 23 march 2015
modified: 23 march 2015
31 december 2015 where we live and
from highest seat to the tumulus... trying to avoid slippery mud on
forest tracks and encountering recent land-works (digging and hauling
huge piles of earth (within temporary high fences) to enlarge existing
dams for the ponds project) to enable many of the Hampstead ponds not to
over-fill in case of exceptional rainfalls in years or even centuries to
come (construction is proceeding despite great public protest... and
with what i see as unwise faith in experts paid to think narrowly it
could be a misuse of technology and of human skill)...
uninspired by this and overloaded by insoluble questions relating to my
lost handheld (about to be replaced) and a tangle of related questionsi
decide to persist in the writing of this diary entry (instead of
worries... public or personal)...
in spite of cold wind and sun in my eyes and rumblings of distant
machinery (roads railways and aircraft) on this last day of our
artificial year 2015 i gradually turn my attention from indoor thoughts
to all this... or to anything that i was not seeing or hearing on this
muddy grassland surrounded by forest and running dogs a solitary seagull
and a crow each searching for food in the soaking wet grass
just in front of me are short blades of hassocky grass... growing well
in this exceptionally warm winter and im hearing now the fluctuating
artificial screams of emergency vehicles a constant music of the
coming to the end of this notepaper i decide to set off for the place
where i live (when not here out of doors) and am surprised that ive lost
awareness of also living in the networld while also in the physical
outdoors... and constructed interiors lets open the doors!
a sudden gust of wind strong enough to blow off my cap... and now more
gusts in varying directions... from south to west to north
that is presently being made and now before sleeping iwe look back at
all that brought us to this point of connection in which iwe find new
direction in the most ordinary of things...
afterwards in the new year... when i copied and edited this in the
warmth of a new space-heating boiler good luck to all of us in this 16th
year of the century that is now taking form...
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