I ask myself if Plato ever spent
48 hours in an induction bay?
Sometimes we get the chance to reaquaint
ourselves with outer corridors where we
think of ourselves as being “outside”.
After midnight, when I finally
exit the hospital, I often find
a powerful sense of unreality
about the rain soaked pavements and the lines
of blossoming, yellow tinted trees
in sodium light. It’s easier to breathe
in this world, momentarily relieved
from all we’re yet to face inside our cave.
Apr 26, 2012 @ 09:19:27
Gloom and doom, continuous rain, immanent financial melt down, hose restrictions, and rubbish Saturday night TV…would you leave a nice warm comfortable place?