Strange Days Indeed

I am listening to Björk. She is a different universe altogether. Completely perfect listening for this blog, which is live as it spills out from my head onto the keypad. What a soundtrack for the strange ones. So, I know this...

My parents are watching my football team play back in England, where also my older brother is celebrating another birthday. Must we collect them so quickly? Ever more, my darlings. My younger brother and others, well, who knows? Women keep whizzing by, fleetingly, for a moment, never coming coming close, climbing inside. One is in my head, nowhere on the horizon though. I worked, fell into an eye with a specialist and climb out with hope, he says, he always says the same. I also know that Rubik is swimming while I am at his side drowning. He in his water, me in my gripping air. Many things, too many to fit on this page. God, the mind cannot hold it all, what is the solution? Rhetoric, dreams, save me, somehow.

I have had odd days. Dreams, lyrics, writing, people who come and go, some act in a very weird manner to say the least, others are rocks of stability when sometimes it feels like the ground is moving. Music too, holds me down, whilst also helping me to fly. I was in Budapest for Easter. The weather here and there is a true story of winter spilling out into spring, and if we don't all receive some sunshine soon then we could lose our minds.

There she is. It gets stranger by the minute.

There she is.