Illusions
Sometimes it is because we are stupid or uninformed or naieve...but sometimes it is simply expedient to cling to illusions. Today I am badly in need of mine— if that's all they were— reality can hold off for another day.
Feb, 2006. For the past five months I have been living in a car at the edge of woods — jobless and homeless and totally unable to find a way out. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't scream loudly enough, but I can read and write. So here I am laying down tracks...hopefully the start of an online paper trail out of here. (Update: Miracles happen....if you are reading my story I am part of your proof.)
Sometimes it is because we are stupid or uninformed or naieve...but sometimes it is simply expedient to cling to illusions. Today I am badly in need of mine— if that's all they were— reality can hold off for another day.
I was in Cambridge this morning. It's a place I go quite often with a friend. While he returned books to the library I sat in my favourite bookshop. It has lots of nooks and crannies and it's easy to sit there alone and not feel that you are taking up a table that several people could sit at. But yesterday there were no free tables and I sat at a large table with one other lady sitting at it. I was happy to keep my nose in a book but she struck up a conversation with me, about the book I was reading.