Flying down
March 25th, 2008 by HenLaptop behaved oddly on the flight down, it decided to start crashing for no reason. Not something I feel like spending money on right now, a new PC laptop, a entertainment centre computer, a Wii and a PS3 are all ahead of it on the to-purchase list.
Also sat and listened to the iPod as usual. Beautiful moment when the plane ascended, things were at an angle and said iPod slipped out of my trouser pocket and started its smooth chrome ride down the plane. That sense of utter helplessness as you watch it going made me laugh. Fortunatley someone grabbed it and it quickly found its way back to me.
I don’t recall what songs I listend to, but one mentioned “roses”. That reminded me of the roses outside my house growing up. That reminds me of the T-junction, the car always parked on the other side in front of the farmer’s field and the loose gravel that was always accumulated like scree by the side of the road. I can’t remember the colour of the electric (or was it waterworks?) box by the field. Shift scene by 500m to the playschool building down the road. 45 degree slabs of concrete, grass overgrowing the concrete and a church nextdoor with an iron fence of some kind - but what colour was the fence? Was it black, or just a dark green? I don’t recall.
It seems that colour is the first thing to go. Odd.
At least it’s one of the first things to go. People also are - Facebook has been educating me in the people who have vanished into the unseen clouds at the edges of my memory. What else is lost in memory. Songs are a nice way to dig into the hidden spaces in your head; as I’ve mentioned before, sunlight is also a nice way to dig in. Sit in a sunbeam, close your eyes, let your expectation of where you actually are change. I wonder what else is.