I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Friday, 12 February 2010
Coming Home
Quite a long time ago I used to live in a little town in the middle of the Baltic.
That water looks so darn cold!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 17, I worked on a Salmon troller in the pacific Ocean...cold & miserable enough for me.
No, no, it's the ice on the top that's cold, the water's lovely.
ReplyDeleteWell, in summer it is.
Trolls live under bridges, ships have bridges, therefore, beware ships....
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