And now we get to the ultra poignant

 

A GREAT journalistic chronicle. By a real proppaahhh journalist chronicler. (unlike these fancy pants Gelhorns of our wireless show..) Only one  annotated critique - no time now to write properly but She should have given just a little more personal infil - because things are universal, I think it brings to life including the data...how did she cope with the 'perfume' of her own body whiffing after days of no water.... a real perfume. 

But TO BE CONTINUED - a miracle i got ear....

But why a miracle?

If there is one (NOW)-image that sums up why you have no hope and it is soon time to Laurie Lee I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning ... or do a 'Quinn' or just do the other...

The one person who with his secting and all hs Whatsapping you thought could READ a short simple logistical text....and then pass it of to the beneficiary because she may or may not have read her face-to-face approved Facebook message, about ALWAYS no matter what saving and passing things on to some child who may benefit - i mean you cannot get a better 'qualification' as whitey on the run from Mayanmar with babe in arms...

But for years one may as well be texting The Teletubbies.... 

they simply cannot any more communicate....and i live in a region of the supposed "aware" and evolved mindful downshifters off to a simpler life..(albeit often on inherited trunks of cash they forget to mention when pretending pitiful needs..) .where they may meet a chap who can fix nearly anything especially if it was for a kid.... 

oh yes....

TO BE CONTINUED..

of curse one was once a balanced and reluctant bourgeoisie....

All those places to be with different (mental) settings and 'cultures' 

But the Bertrand knew....

life is so so much more alive just rambling about on an old bicycle and furthermore you exist only in real modern super zeitgeist now if you let go and be.... and find a way of communicating with absolutely anyone.

Not that there is any point - the other place, the Rural name started in 'hope' but  five years of only wasted time of the pretend interested, in the most sublime rural places of all - all the sublimest known and shared...face to face..

never mind rural smaller scale existence always requires a few ...to muck in...and guess what when that happens the smiles of the farmers i knew as a youth were REAL...

No matter what class or even nationality divide...

It is the only medicine there is. 

But a tale - to ne maybe told, of the complete and utter dysfunction in simple most carefully presented communication not eye to eye... the utter time waste, the holocaust of pretence....or ..(not "fear" as all the dreadful psychotherapeutic paradigm waffles on about, there is only being 'stuck' or having great painful loss. These are our only two real 'states'. And when the latter clicks in  - guess what it kindof vaccinates against the former, and makes you....new.. and its FREE!!!!!! not one single one of the lost stuck gurus that have come my way for years  can ever make a penny from you, because their so tragically  unloved smallholdings and lands...attest to the fact that their 'healing' fails too. )

To certainly be continued. Soon....

But what is the 'net' result.... from time to times you sit and compose something for someone you would love to have an intelligent grown up not 'stuck' correspondence with - one of a few.... nothing personal, but days of wasting time texting your suppsed best trusted buddy, he cannot even read and one paragraph carefully composed  turns into 7 messages in ping pong response which are the cries of a stuck lost baby of 55.... whom of course wont be able to parent his... because he cannot read efficiently just one well written paragraph.

And this it cascades... dominoes.... the one you wished to send clearly written ....  you knew it was treble checked for typos....

BUt i guess so tired and energy thieved by all the hustlers and their schemes even if they pretend they are all Joan of Arc.... and my my many are such brilliant actors ... that's of both genders...

you were too tired of eye tired or friggin distracted by the complete and utter acedia of the ones you are doing practical simple things with....actually saving every environmental bit and bob you can.... while they are just on their Facebook moaning and even calling herself "philanthropist" .... my oh my .... England methinks overtook America in its not possible to ever hear any smallest truth ever again...

But i still live in lovely near wilderness children's perfect playground and magical kingdoms....

for a bit