A town all snowy white and middle-class The drunks tell stories often repeated Shufflers trapped in a cul-de-sac torture All plans for their children defeated
A week in the sun by the sea Swap cardigans for sunburned backs Strange behaviours set tongues wagging Is this the life that everyone lacks?
Enter no more the green and pleasant Ruined by the hardest-working poor Facing fists of fury on walking home All desperately banging on the door
The drizzle drenches the pavements grey Children too bored to stomp in puddles Tugged by the leashes of all that glitters Out of reach of all of these muddles
Excitements distract along the terrace Dogs fight cats, cat fights dog A word of wise from the blinders Submit oneself to pointless slog
A little more positive and upbeat. It’s not time that heals our grief, it’s the forgetting.
Today I’m grateful for:
Sight. My eyesight is suffering a little these days perhaps from the dodgy air, lack of sleep and constant looking at screens. But I can still see. If I had to choose between losing my sight or my hearing I would choose losing sight. I would miss reading but could still listen to audiobooks. I think I would really struggle emotionally if I couldn’t listen to music though.
It still feels like yesterday that, as children, we were all warned about listening to loud music would damage our ears so much that we would go deaf in our old age. And that watching too much TV would lead to early-onset blindness. I had to start wearing glasses when I was around 26 years old and my mum had to wear hearing aids from perhaps her 50s onwards. So I guess I’m doing all right so far.
The best thing about today was:
Brushing Cap and Tig whilst they purred in pleasure. They have been getting more attention from me now Kim is gone. They are still fussy about being touched or picked up but if they are in the right mood it does seem as if they are reciprocating my love.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
Right now Netflix isn’t working for me. Just as I’d like to settle back and watch some more of the series Dark. It’s not like there is nothing else I can do so this is only a mild annoyance. I’m aware it’s also a very first-world problem too.
Something I learned today?
Apparently, there is a weird law here in Thailand that makes it illegal for politicians to sing and dance on stage during an election. This came to note because someone called out the current Thai PM for doing exactly this recently. The annoying thing about the article discussing this was the fact that there was no indication of why this was a law. Presumably, it made sense at the time it was implemented. It may even make sense now if it was explained. Like any law in Thailand, it is fairly flexible and depends on who broke it as to whether any action would be taken.
What are 3 things that bring me joy?
Nothing is really bringing me joy right now. My positive emotions are not that strong I guess. The emotions of grief and sadness are much easier for me to tap into. I’m bouncing back slowly but it does make me think why can’t I be prone to happiness and joy instead? They are all just emotions.
I took this picture because this is our infamous red sun as it sets behind our blooming frangipani. For most of these days, the smoke is so thick that if the sun can be seen at all it can be stared at directly without a problem. That’s something I’d prefer not to be able to do for the sake of a clear sky.
It’s a post-post-punk world Music totally deconstructed No alternative Alternative A disco ball disruptive Every dumb male makes music Click, click, bleep and hop Bedroom producers now equal In this new world of pop Indie kings sold guitars To take up regular jobs Making money on weekends With the twiddling of knobs Purists complain to deaf ears Yet this was always the goal Anyone can be making music Even if it is without soul So the punks both won and lost Perhaps they were never right Now there’s little to rebel against And everyone gave up the fight
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful that I remembered to write something today, especially as I forgot yesterday too.
The dead are lying on your doorstep The TV reminds you never to forget The crucifix hangs on your wall While civilians hang in an age-old war A forgotten war El Salvador