It was pointed out to me that my last two posts contained, or started off with '... has come and gone...' - One of the occasions being Christmas and the other my birthday. I'm not sure if this is of any significance, that my life should now be measured by the arrival and departure of occasions.
The weekend came and went. My mother arrives tomorrow for a vist, she'll leave on Friday. I'm telling you this so that I don't repeat myself next Monday by writing that my beloved Maman has come and gone.
I have been experiencing a lull of late. I'm not sure if it's the weather that has been heavy and looming, the skies are constantly overcast, cloudy and gray. Climatic pressure that makes me feel lethargic, listless and in need of sleep therapy. I haven't had a holiday in the sun for a year now and even that wasn't a holiday enough, two weeks is simply not enough.
The rant is gone, in general, out of life. Maybe it's just dormant, sleeping and gargling through a long dream, nightmare maybe, getting ready to wake with furious anger when it shall then set upon any willing or unwilling subject for a roasting. I can't say it's the Alps and that there might be some magnetic force for the good of all peace and calm... now I'm talking shit. They say in Cape Town that the mountain, the mahntain is a great big lump of magnetized crystal or granite, that its effect is one of peace and calm, tranquility. This might ring true for all the Caep-Tahn-fully-mah-bru types having a toke on its sides every day. But what about all the others down in its shadow, stabbing and robbing, raping and pillaging. Make no mistake it's a wonderful city, but there's just too much shit going on for there to be any fucking mahntain force that governs peace and harmony.
