Remember the Future...

Remember what colour they told us the future would be,
Not black or white or any colour bound by  skin
Not the colour of any flag, 
Nothing to make this mine or yours or ours
The future would be silver
The colour of distant stars

Remember the life we would lead
A  promised time of endless leisure
Man's daily toil replaced by full automation
Forgotten and unknown, the words
Foreclosure
Redundant
Liquidation

Remember the word that would be the future
Robotic
Stainless as steel
Created in our own image
Man's companion in eternal order
Programmed never to be unsure
Uncertain or frightened,
Never ever Chaotic

How do you feel now you know
That the present is non of these

more of the same...

A week of boiling,
I get some idea now how Bukowski felt about his post office. 
Time for a new look on things and less of the "new job solves all problems" way out of this. It won't and I know it really. I took some time to think about what really lifts me and always the same is revealed...this!
No matter where I go, I'll always be looking for that unobtainable something, the  felt but never seen. The World is slowly becoming more unsettling and to be honest, I'm not sure anything I'm not already doing work wise is going to alleviate that for me. Better to stay, for now, and keep  working on the system from the inside. Sooner or later something will give.
 The soul needs to be fed and that's not going to be achieved without putting more effort into the writing and the letting out of all the ideas, no matter how disjointed and pointless they may seem.
So, more aimless ramblings and more looking at just how ridiculous yet fascinating and beautiful the everyday is.

For your appreciation

Throwing pebbles in ponds..

Making a decision about something,
Acting on that decision
Going through the process to ,hopefully, start the ball rolling down the steep and dangerous hill of change.

The contemplation after the event....could I have said things differently?
Hearing things that are good, no definite article though.

The waiting, the nagging feeling that it has all been in vain and you're exactly where you're supposed to be, the thought of it..
Being questioned with questions you'd rather not answer,
Others' actions impacting and making the ache to move all the more intense.

Finding yourself in the middle of something you never expected, then having guilt heaped upon you because of someone else's private fears. 

Sitting in the twilight, candle, soft lights,  the voice of reason and comfort from the other side of the table.

Above, the spark and slow fade of  satellites. Catching The Sun before they disappear back into the forever


Clearing the air with those you were really bothered about....finding the temporary peace again.

Back to waiting 

Welcome to the week so far.....