The funny old not very funny and rather dull indeed hologram of it all...
As if every single grand finale proving everything, in one day.
At the end of which i should be listless and had enough.
But, just when you have no time, all necessary energy depleted - those other projects...
You feel a million dollars and what is left to do feels a mere hour's work now...
oops stilted prose when often i can be quite the poet.
So be it, but it is also time.
The holocaust, i don't suppose i will dare to upload a little film i made wandering these Elysian fields, up high, making the point of how i suppose even the Auschwitz pits quite soon became all flower strewn and paradise.
But mix in some beauty too. Some unmitigated beauty as fact. SO few bother to ramble up to, despite the tour guides and PR fact sheets...
https://mega.nz/folder/i75FVCZC#KfoYzyMthEai2m9-CwL3ig
There is a 'tone' that should come out here - a lazy quiet wander through a field of flowers not caring any more what may be below the soil below ones feet... just enjoying the swish of the grass after all it wasn't the grass's fault...and grassses left alone well fertilised too... are new. Are today. No matter what.
