The task for today is to destroy the ego and get back to some fundamentals. Possibly try to limit an understated rage circling above me a few thousand feet into various levels of atmospheric pressures, crouching ready to pounce upon a street full of hairdressers or bad imitations of hairdressers.

it is neither the flag
or the wind that is moving.
it is your mind that moves.

nb, “Hairdressers” is an analogy, this has no inference to the actual hairdressing occupation or its subsets, while neither should this be confused for a sexist and homophobic slur: it’s more of a figurative description for the physical appearance of goons taking over sauchiehall street.

introduction

Times are getting suitably confusing so an idea has been hatched to return to documenting myself. This ‘blog’ is not meant to be read by anyone, but as its now in the public domain if you chance upon this, then hey and sorry for adding to this already cluttered environment. I am not looking for any external validation; i'm more interested in a sense of self.