peace is clean hair and bright warm sunshine. maybe a breeze across a river and the prospect of chocolate or something gingery at the end of a long walk in comfortable shoes. peace is clean linen and a fridge with three meals worth of food. life is base like that, at the moment. life is an endless and indiscriminate search for something, anything really, to occupy the restless, always dissatisfied mind. push the past back, rearrange the future, and just hang on, hang on just for the briefest moment longer. this, this living here in the middle of nothing, in the middle of a purely selfish endeavour, in the middle of a journey undertaken in bad faith, is like living in no time. i will look back and perhaps wish i had discovered all the tricks other people have up their sleeves in this time. all i have discovered so far is that people don't much like to think that they were convenient.
