thoughts come and go, thinking of Michelangelo
Tuesday begins with a Lola package alongside me. I dog sat her on Monday, while mother had a day in Harrogate (who I think needed a break from the seat opposite the TV) Lola had my undivided attention from 9am until I went to bed. Lola joined me a little later. I had an hour to myself from 11 and once more while mother resettled herself opposite the TV. It's 6am. ... Leaving Wetherby on the number 7. Which goes through Thorp Arch TE at this hour. Arriving in Boston Spa around 7:30am. I considered the allotment this morning, but it's dank and wet so far so fuck it. ... Why do we constantly look back to a 'golden age' and hope to recreate it now? Why can't we see now? Why do we fixate on the past leading to a future when all there ever is is now? The power of now. If only it could be stepped into now now now ... I am planning to go to London on Friday - in the future, but I might die now. The end is always current. It is always now? When I am on the Camino I am now ...