Sunday, 21 September 2008
reality is an obstacle to hallucination
Sometimes everything unravels in some kind of exotic cosmic thread. Maybe we could see the space station tonight as we looked into the otherwise ink-black sky, which appeared in the time between daylight in north London and darkness a few twinkling tube stations later. It had seemed so simple when we started the afternoon, with even a plan and some documentation, but events contrived to land us instead in a dim sum restaurant in Gloucester Road with way more dim than any sum person could eat. Happiness. Longevity. Health. Peace.