I am sat in a cafe watching the spiral galaxy of milk cool into being in the black night coffee before me.
I imagine a ballerina in a music box, sparkling, swirling; a segue into a memory faded in the sun and rain.
When it has settled, the liquid in the cup takes on a donkeyish colour, dun and homely.
I taste bittersweetness with a silent tongue.
And I take my time.
I am passing time.
How much do you get?
Fewer than a 1000 months.
I am wasting time.
In between life and death, what is to be done?
Anyway, I have been thinking about what I want to ‘do before I die’. And on reflection I have not done too badly so far.
All I can really think of that I would really like to do before I die is:
but I will put others here upon reflection.
2) Learn to play Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring in it’s entirety on the guitar – I am about a third of the way there currently.
3) Complete, submit and have a novel published, to some (even small) acclaim.
4) Love and be loved.