Yesterday

[poliphilo]

Yesterday was one of those days when all the things there are to worry about ganged up on me and made me feel physically sick, so I went out and took a walk in the park with my camera. It was a beautiful, slightly hazy afternoon (photos to follow.) About halfway round I was struck with the feeling that this self I happen to be at the moment isn't the real me at all. The real me is someone entirely other.  Untouchable. Outside of time. Amused. For a little while I was so closely identified with this larger self that I was looking down at the everyday me as if it were a rumpled suit of clothes and thinking, do I really have to slip back into that again?

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Well, the little woman is one of my games workshop type figures. I think she belongs to some sort of H.P Lovecraftian game where adventurers go in search of nameless abominations from the dark side.

It's a fun hobby. My problem is I've now run out of display space.