Back again.
Who am I talking to?
dosen't
matter
though
really
does it?
Ah, I have proved myself right in failing to update my page on a Sunday. And there I was under the impression I was being all committed and organised.
One day I will go to China. That is a fact.
But I won't go to broaden my knowledge of the cultural, historical and social background of this endless country.
I just think its pretty.
The misty expanses of the early morning country side, hiding countless hectares paddy fields accommodating the slumbering rice grains waiting for harvest.
The mystic reflections of cattle and farmers padding along the terraces and
And in contrast the gleam of the city, the spines of the building growing up towards the sun.
In my mind China is a land incomparable to any other because of its growth and innovation. Everything is powered by the sun and by the people. It is a garden of industry, agriculture, and it is this flora that I want to savour before the garden becomes a jungle. Before china grows too far from its roots, and becomes just another super city.
I dont know when I'll undertake this epic voyage.
I'm still at school. How boring.
But I would do it tomorrow if I could.
For now I'll just have to live in the day. The park, the highstreet, the cinema.
"What are days for?
Days are where we live
They come, they wake us
Time and time over
They are happy to be in:
Where can we live but days?"
This is Philip Larkin's translation of Carpe Diem.
So sunny old Eltham is what I'll enjoy for the meantime.
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