Sunday, 18 May 2014
Drumbeat of Constant Input
I often wonder if I should have been born in another time. Ours is an era of destraction, it's a punishing drumbeat of constant input. This cocofney which follows us into our homes and into ours beds. Which seeps Into our souls. For a long time there was only one poultice for my raw nerve endings. So in my less productive moments I begin to wonder if I had just been born when it was a little quieter out there. Might I have been more focused. A more fully realised person. I'ld want some of the wonders of modernity (of course), just before everything got amplified.