Monday, 9 August 2004

Dancing to the Spaces between the Beats

Living in the forest with nothing but your own thoughts has the wonderful effect of sliding dross-like information such as what’s happening in Eastenders to the back of your brain, and bringing to the forefront things that are either useful or enjoyable. I find myself remembering poems learned once upon a time, song lyrics from the past, big juicy vocab that I’ve always been too rushed to use, the A-Level physics and chemistry learned decades ago. Stuff that matters. It’s enough to make you feel practically intellectual...