so long, farewell

STOP

I must end my blogging.

not much of great import has transpired on these pages much lately anyway, my mental apartment squeezed full of other things, many of them not thoughts, but to do lists and factual needs.

i know i asked before if i should stay in the game, and i received a lot of lovely feedback in the affirmative, but my budding/looming teaching career is already consuming me mentally, and soon it will complete the holy trinity, taking my body and soul.

this is for the best.

for both of us.

really.

it's not you... it's... me



There's a sad sort of clanging
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too,
And up in the nurs'ry an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "coocoo".

Regretfully they tell us,
But firmly they compel us
To say goodbye to you.

So long, farewell,
Auf wiedersehen, good night,
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight.

So long, farewell,
Auf wiedersehen, adieu, Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.

So long, farewell,
Au'voir, auf wiedersehen,
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne

So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehen, goodbye,
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye,
Good bye

i went out today

i went out today to meet hinto for a brief stroll along bloor street, grabbing a falafel and a coffee and sweating in the blisteringly heat.

i didn't bring my wallet.

i was trying to see how attached i am to the concept of my identity, as displayed on cards, ID, health, license, etc.

i am always aware of my wallet in my back pocket.

would i be 'freer', would there be no sense of the old skin that is my identity if i was without it?

would i be afraid, like the caged animal whose pen is suddenly removed?

sadly, i was neither.

very anticlimactic.

i have finished the novel, i am currently studying science in preparation for teaching.

i am ready to change.