online: 27 august 2017
modified: 27 august 2017
27 august 2017 warm end of
...in a wild part of city forest... everything is still... undergrowth
has already regrown where it was cut away a few months ago...
continuing walk as directed by chance:
firstly by walking in guessed direction towards one of ten memorised
and then by walking towards (occasionally glimpsed) sightings of the
moon between the trees...
...the first of these led me into an unrecognised part of the forest...
and then the moon led me from there to a bus stop... from which i was
carried home... by people acting as parts of a rather wonderful pseudo
automation... or geographical prosthesis... (called London Transport)...
...amazed how chance processes can continue to enliven one's otherwise
over-familiar or repetitive thoughts and actions!
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