Free wifi cafés are wonderful places. Let us take a moment to appreciate their gracious offer of potentially limitless internet access (so long as you sip your iced mocha really, really slowly).
I think I wrote my best piece of poetic writing ever yesterday, while on the train to Leicester (successfully managing to get the connecting train from Derby, natch). The tale of a forbidden love between one man and his zombie sweetheart, entitled ‘There’s Plenty of Room in my Heart’ (in reference to the Dawn of the Dead line, “When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the earth”), it’s a deadly serious piece…
Other than that, a T-shirt that I’d ordered online arrived, which was good… However, over the duration of the day I had to fend off two people who wanted to buy it off me, and one who wanted to do a straight shirt-swap, right in the middle of the train. Hands off!
For those curious, the T-shirt says this:
*Chuckles*
Anyhow, this is the beginning of my last week here in Leicester, and it feels very strange. After six years, the time to move on seems to be approaching with all the serene patience of a speeding freight train, so I’d better stop writing, drain the 1cm of mocha I’ve been carefully maintaining for the last half-hour, and start packing!
Hm, lots of train-centric things seem to happen to me. Wow. To paraphrase Kim Pine, right now, if my life had a face, I would punch it. I would punch my life in the face.
Tags: Dawn of the Dead, Internet Cafés, poetry, T-shirt, Wifi, Writing, Zombies
Digital Metaphor 
June 29, 2010 at 10:52 pm |
I love that!! I’ve felt like punching my life in the face a few times..
I’ve come to a sudden realization. Moching was probably your “gateway” crime. It’s all falling into place now.. tisk tisk..
By the way, I’ll swap you a Toad figurine for that shirt 😀
July 2, 2010 at 2:41 pm |
You’re probably right, it’s a downward spiral… I blame society. And, er, videogames!
June 30, 2010 at 5:54 am |
Some say they have seen it, that it appears in the mists of the morning light. Some have been drawn to it… others turned away in doubt and in fear. Eons have passed, and it is still known by its simplest incarnation: “The Door”
I have not yet seen it, though when my time comes, I will cross its ageless threshold. They say that wonders and magic flourish on the other side, that dreams come true and barriers crumble under your feet.
Keep your eye on the horizon and seek out those places that others overlook. Follow the path of your heart, and when it reveals itself, open it and step through.
A new chapter is begun…
*What does that mean? Heck I don’t know, but every time I hear of someone headed in a new direction and starting a “new” life, I am haunted by the image of a mysterious door in the fog. Good luck on your journey and may your days be filled with happiness and adventure.
–Ken
July 2, 2010 at 2:30 pm |
I think a round of applause is in order. Epic, Ken, truly. Thank you so much for these words; they’ll be in my mind when I do turn the dew-glittered handle of that door in the mist.