Saturday 1 August 2009

The Hustle and Schwoomp of it all....

It's been more than a week, but there's no knowing whether I'm here yet. Here, being London. England. The UK. All names for places that no longer seem to have anything to do with where I've arrived. Since being sucked up into a bus on Wednesday evening (July 24th), it's been hermetically sealed vehicles connected by long hermetically sealed tubes adjoining hermetically sealed hotel rooms to later be conveyed to futher tubes and forms of transport and connections to yet more anonymous rooms. The risk of ending up molded into a drumstick shape and plastic-wrapped seemed high. ID cards were issued, with barcodes and passwords, but nothing to keep one's eyes from slewing across flawless surfaces and nothing to hear but the hushed schwoomp-schwoomp of sliding glass doors requiring "proximity cards" and the distant muffle of people talking in other rooms, always somewhere else.

It does seem that if someone hadn't said, "uh, you know, we might like to keep a few trees," it would be wall-to-wall pre-fab concrete and glass, with laminate and flourescence from here to there. The unrelenting sterility immediately brought on a cold to go with the jet-lag, keeping me trapped and languishing, and offering way too much time and opportunity to ponder just how far from my life this all really is. Hmmm.

But on my daily track there's a deep velvety red rose deserving of homage as it rebelliously beckoned through an otherwise perfectly squared-off hedge. By some miracle it has managed to cling to it's perfume that evokes another, darker, more intimate world seeping away through the cracks of modernity...

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  1. This is actually me, posting to myself, because everyone keeps complaining that they can't post to the blog.... I'm not signed in, so it's as if one of you were commenting....let's see if it works. Rx
    P.S. I've chosen "anonymous" so that you don't even need to sign in or have a user account.

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  2. Okay everybody, it DOES seem to work, so can't see the problem that everyone is complaining about. Curiouser and curiouser.

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  3. OK, just to prove that I can't post a comment! TV

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  4. Oooops! Yes I soooo can post now! Love you. Talin x

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  5. But I couldn't post anonymously....so there!

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  6. Hi Rosvita, hope you have adjusted to darkest civilisation by now. Right now I wouldn't mind a brief spin round Tesco's aisles, I can tell you - the grass is always greener! This is after spending twenty minutes queuing to buy a nail brush in a normal chemist only to find I should have been in a nail brush shop.....anyway don't forget to keep your Argentine fanbase updated !

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