hajaar cobwebs in this place, man. khandhar only you have become, sweets.
i will try to come and give you company, some.
been ages, yes?
like being in a reality tv show...with crappy lines and crappier weather.
people watching. miss the hole in argyle street. old man and the dog...scratching, reading, smoking...portuguese family downstairs...full of life and lovely food smells. the loner in the studio across the road...chinese couple. the black queen. the burqa clad women and the bearded muslims. the goras, the desis. a melting pot of cultures, sounds, colors, fabrics, smiles.
moved to more polite parts...greener, emptier, duller. smiles on an evening walk.
i return to the blog. did i miss it? maybe. but i didn't die without it. what was that line in 'heat' abt vamoosing....got it:
"A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner."
great soundbite but how easy is it?