Shark Tails from Shakespeare

Apparently the British like to be schooled in single gender educational institutes. It makes the girls smarter and work harder according to one study. What it failed to mention is that it makes the men like their own gender too much. Which they then they blame as eccentric behaviour. And here it seems I have hit on the head why they like tight spaces. And they REALLY like their tight spaces. How they fit a bus on a road that would make a cockroach claustrophobic is beyond me. Honestly this country was designed for horseback. Or poor people. So they could walk on foot. Bring a car to the road in any part of the country and you have a potential traffic jam on your hands. Some of the houses they consider ‘quaint and cosy’ are actually ovens with a sink attached. No wonder they had such a successful navy, the lack of space was ‘home away from home’. In fact I saw a house today that could have only belonged to a senile sailor or someone who saw JAWS on crack. It was located on a normal sub urban part of Oxford, with the usual brickwork. Until you saw the sloping roof or rather the monstrosity sticking out of it. Even Henry, a native of the land (and of an all boys school) could only gape and point.I’ll let the pictures explain.

An Ode to Artemis.

Who are you Artemis?
A reverie in the midst of madness?
A Shangri-La, I need to escape with my breath intact?
Do you exist as a distortion of reality,
a fictional rendering in my mind's eye
created to cope within this cocoon of self?
Almost an elusive dream I can’t seem to wake up from.
Will you clip my wings before you push me off the abyss?
I met you once and I've fallen for your notions
one kiss from you and I'm drunk up on your potion...
For I knew the signs, yet was unsure of what to expect.
And when the clouds push apart
to let the light descend in your presence,
I know I must have done something right to deserve this.
Release me from my smoke filled obsession,
for the murky alveoli call out to me.
Time will tell.
All I know is this.
Things have a way of falling into place.

A Moment of Inertia.

After a ten day hiatus, I have had an epiphany. Allow me to explain.
At first I thought to be "myself" meant simply to act out the way I feel. I would ask myself a question and react accordingly to the answer. Often than not it was the first thing that came to my head. As I kept on at it, I realised there were more underlying feelings. The more I tried being myself; I found a more choice of selves. I understand that to be myself means consciously choosing which level of feelings I want to respond to and recognise that whatever I am feeling, I always have a choice to think carefully rather than selfishly about myself and those around me. When I am careful about the thoughts I brood on, because feelings precede thoughts, circumstances can no longer dictate my mood. But when I think carelessly, myself is “lost in thought”
Am I being myself at any point ?

It just takes a moment. To change everything. A lifetime of relationship can be found or cease to exist. How we act in these moments, do they really define who we are? Do intentions matter since no other but your self can be aware of them?

I seem to have lost a friend, a brother even but gained a fresh start on another aspect of life. Both in a meaningless setting, where for once, I realise actions and intentions show their true colours, either good or bad.

I hope this begins to justify the white hair.