o/~ You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today o/~
2002 02 21
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I stepped through the small black gate and walked along the short path until the grass-covered bosom of Greenwich Park rose rolling before me. The sky was a perfect blue, as only the sky of summer can be, and I inched my way up one breast only to find that the prize was on the opposite.
The Greenwich Observatory does sit rather like a nipple, pointed and erect, constantly looking upwards, waiting for a lover's kiss.
So, I crept up that hill too. I felt awed and expectant. I reached the top of this hill, dotted with areola trees, and entered the gates there.
There is the prize, the single vein that each of us is attuned to whether we consciously think about it or not. There, running straight below and between my feet; marked with degrees like freckles.
it's funny how we become so attached to an arbitrary decision; how we regulate each ticking moment of our lives by this little meridian. It could have been anywhere; it was almost in the City Of Lights. Now, years later, we think of this place as natural; as if time always started and stopped here.
So, I stood with one foot on either side of time, and smiled. I was split in two by time.