Still here...just
It’s been a while, and it’s not through lack of things to say. You could say I’ve been encased in a cocoon of stress and anxiety from which I am slowly struggling to release myself. So many thoughts racing within it’s been too much effort to get them out. It’s not that I haven’t been observing the world around me, I still see things that spark my mind. Observation and fascination with people has helped keep me afloat. Moments of humour, anguish, lunacy have all captured my eye. Like the teenage private school boy sitting at the train station this morning, notes strewn on the seats around him, frantic desperate cramming, furious scribbling across a blue-inked page. My eye was drawn into his open backpack by a flash of orange fur and after a moment or two I realized he had crammed a ‘Basil Brush’ soft toy fox in amongst the debris of his school bag. A lucky charm? A comfort? A boy hunched over a notepad with knitted brow, gripping his fast-moving pen willing the information to enter his memory, with Basil at his feet, imbued with meaning. Bless.