ToDay 8.01am

Having read the papers and drank some tea - then finding myself observing the outside, the world that goes by outside my windows. Spin me Round, [Roxy Music]. Here I am covered by the skin of this building, the skin that keeps me safe and warm(ish) of the elements. The skin that separates me from the rest of the world, from the people over there, walking along the other side of our road. People walking slower than usual, Sunday strolling. I start to think about the many different scenarios that all these strangers are part of; where are they going, what are their plans. Mostly I am curious about the trace that they now leave for me, here in my room, in my morning, in my memory. I remember myself walking on autumn pavements, kicking the leaves to the annoyance of the street sweepers. Where was I going?

I was going home, whilst looking forward to the next time I could walk down that same pavement, in the other direction, again.. 

'now the ballroom's empty

everybody I have known

has been and gone

with the music over

here I am

a shadow echoing on'

spin me round roxy music

Cold, wet, dark, empty in here. Yet I wake up wondering what is pulling me out so urgently. I set off on my bike and take in the wind and rain and everything that comes my way. It's like I am on my way to an appointment. My whole existence feels alive and, again, some mechanism seems to be pulling me somewhere.. 

On my way to whatever adventure awaits I take in some sights, I stop to look at what normally is very rather ugly and too familiar. These sights and places I usually take for granted 'they just exist, they're just there, I know that'. 

Sweeping through this Sunday morning ghost town, I nod at a few fellow cyclists and flaneurs, out and about discovering, watching, observing, participating... It's strange how at this time of the day, and this time of the week, and this time of the year; everything seems to just stop and stand still for a while. Like that film still, the one I can't get out of my head. Why? I don't know why it made such an impression. It was spatial, it was alive, although stop motion; that usually satisfies the beginning of my curiosity. More to follow, I beg!

 

Connecting and securing. Holding on and making one. 

Empty trolley, ready to be filled. Thankful, grateful, for the idea. More later..

'a nether world dancing toy

I'm wired for sound

does it matter to me

who turns the key?'

spin me round roxy music