Thursday, 17 October 2013

the art of ruminating, 17th October 2013

the will 'o wisp hung, as it hangs, lowly on the fields of cattle munching grass and wondering why they spend each waking time munching grass as so........ you think with all the time they seem to spend ruminating they would have an answer by now..... perhaps they do, but are not predisposed to sharing it with us....... and why should they?...... it's possible with so much ruminating time that in fact cows know far more than we think, and than they let on...... maybe when they lick salt off your jacket or hand they are actually trying to communicate something, but it gets lost in all the slobber they tend to leave in the process........ car parks at the university are littered in conkers, mostly squished ones of course due to having been driven over........ I'm hearing voices echoing along the corridors of one of the old, old colleges where I'm sat right now typing this blog......... the echoes of their feet, part conversations, coming and then... going...... bouncing off the stone walls and tiled floors....... the sun is streaming through two tall silhouetted and slightly dirty black-steel framed windows......... creatures of the day once again take over... cleaners, staff, students..... me.......... all and sundry adding their footfalls to the buildings fabric.......

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