no one knows that it's like
to be a dustbin
in shaftsbury
with hooligans

Gwill and I spent yesterday Christmas shopping all around NH. Well, I basically just nodded or groaned at his selections and was a bit of an assistant. On the drives we listened to Pink Floyd and Radiohead (during a brief radio interlude Gwill even tolerated my Justin Timberlake indulgence with gentlemanly grace) and talked about families, travelling, the morphic field and synchronicity. Even though there are new developments all around the area things here are familiar in a way no other land will be. That's what I like to escape from, I think. But there is something comfortable about knowing the next bend in the road.