Looking at a map of Southampton - or certainly an aerial view. Lots of factories and industrial buildings lining a river that cuts through the centre of town.
Someone is explaining to me that the river is full of fishes that eat shoes. Many people do not notice till they get out of the river and their shoes fall apart.
Monday, 25 February 2019
Saturday, 9 February 2019
Shortcut In Stone (night of 09/02/2019)
Back in Stone, Worcestershire, a dream region.
Standing on the road that leads up the hill. I can see over the fields. Buildings. A small footpath runs by these buildings. I am surprised to see a street lamp down this footpath - I did not realise this footpath was so well used. I start daydreaming about Stone - about this footpath - I have only come back as a visitor. What would it be like to live here - to fall in love here? To meet a girl for a second date and perhaps walk down that footpath?
At some point I walk down that footpath - it is a shortcut across the fields. I am surprised at how quick it takes me to walk the length of the footpath andf wish rit could be longer. The footpath takes me through a stretch of trees. Across the fields I can see a small hill with at least two clumps of trees on it - spinnies, as I know them. They entrance me. I take my phone out to to take a picture, but three people come along the path and disturb me.
Standing on the road that leads up the hill. I can see over the fields. Buildings. A small footpath runs by these buildings. I am surprised to see a street lamp down this footpath - I did not realise this footpath was so well used. I start daydreaming about Stone - about this footpath - I have only come back as a visitor. What would it be like to live here - to fall in love here? To meet a girl for a second date and perhaps walk down that footpath?
At some point I walk down that footpath - it is a shortcut across the fields. I am surprised at how quick it takes me to walk the length of the footpath andf wish rit could be longer. The footpath takes me through a stretch of trees. Across the fields I can see a small hill with at least two clumps of trees on it - spinnies, as I know them. They entrance me. I take my phone out to to take a picture, but three people come along the path and disturb me.
Thursday, 7 February 2019
Unknown River (night of 06/02/2019)
I am walking with Sarah and some other people by the side of a river / canal. I have not seen Sarah since I left Brighton. I am eager to tell her that I do not miss the place ata ll.
I suddenly realise that I do not recognise this stretch of river. We are crossing a high footbridge, and I lookl down and see a fast rushing river in an orange bed of mud. I look upstream and see small channels and rivulets, little pools, all within this landscape of dangerous looking mud. The look of it fascinates me. I must remember to come here when I'm on my own, I think.
We continue walking. I ask Sarah for news of Brighton. She says that everyone was down the beach last night and - Too late! I slip on the muddy embankment, and save myself from plunging into the water, by pushing myself up on my elbow - though there is no real sense of danger of me falling in - I reach out a hand hoping, hoping to be pulled back to the footpath. An image of some people walkin away. Other people do not seem to know what to do.
I suddenly realise that I do not recognise this stretch of river. We are crossing a high footbridge, and I lookl down and see a fast rushing river in an orange bed of mud. I look upstream and see small channels and rivulets, little pools, all within this landscape of dangerous looking mud. The look of it fascinates me. I must remember to come here when I'm on my own, I think.
We continue walking. I ask Sarah for news of Brighton. She says that everyone was down the beach last night and - Too late! I slip on the muddy embankment, and save myself from plunging into the water, by pushing myself up on my elbow - though there is no real sense of danger of me falling in - I reach out a hand hoping, hoping to be pulled back to the footpath. An image of some people walkin away. Other people do not seem to know what to do.
Monday, 4 February 2019
Lost Glasses (night of 04/02/2019)
It seems I am sharing a bedroom - possibly living - with a number of girls from work, Sarah, Vicky etc... It is morning. We are all getting up. Some of the girls are talking about mens' rooms - how the view out of their room is often seen as an alpha-male dominance thing - the better view from the room - the more kudos that man has (particularly if the room is higher up?). I am looking for a shirt - I find myself rolling about in cupboards full of clothes.
I am now in a supermarket - this is also the room too - or at least a place connected to it. I put down my glasses on a sofa down one of then aisles, and the lens falls out. I am annoyed by this. I leave the glasses where they are - I shall fix them later. A man comes up to me - he has a number of lenses - lenses that will fit into new glassers. Some of these lenses might actually work. I know that he has got these lenses from the pharmacy attached to the supermarket. He says that if I accept these glasses from him, that I will be in his debt. This disturbs me greatly - whoever this man is - I do not want to be in his debt. Perhaps the optician who gave him the glasses had to because he was in his debt too? I have an odd feeling that the man is some kind of devil...
I return to my old glasses, to fix them with sellotape - but where are they? Disaster! I cannot find the glasses anywhere - cannot even remember what sofa I had left them on! Karen turns up, and she suggests that I go to the opticians to get another pair - I tell her I am terrified of opticians.
I realise I am going to be very late for work.
I wake up angry and irritated, though very relieved my glasses have not been lost in the supermarket.
I am now in a supermarket - this is also the room too - or at least a place connected to it. I put down my glasses on a sofa down one of then aisles, and the lens falls out. I am annoyed by this. I leave the glasses where they are - I shall fix them later. A man comes up to me - he has a number of lenses - lenses that will fit into new glassers. Some of these lenses might actually work. I know that he has got these lenses from the pharmacy attached to the supermarket. He says that if I accept these glasses from him, that I will be in his debt. This disturbs me greatly - whoever this man is - I do not want to be in his debt. Perhaps the optician who gave him the glasses had to because he was in his debt too? I have an odd feeling that the man is some kind of devil...
I return to my old glasses, to fix them with sellotape - but where are they? Disaster! I cannot find the glasses anywhere - cannot even remember what sofa I had left them on! Karen turns up, and she suggests that I go to the opticians to get another pair - I tell her I am terrified of opticians.
I realise I am going to be very late for work.
I wake up angry and irritated, though very relieved my glasses have not been lost in the supermarket.
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