Anywhere Is
Music: Enya - Anywhere Is
Book: Tom Stoppard - The Real Inspector Hound
Toa Payoh has this shop that sells comic books. Or you can rent them for 80 cents and read it right there. I checked out the second level and stumbled upon what struck me as a modern-day opium den. Small, enclosed room, people sedated on comic books. Terrible.
Yet so appealing. When I approach 50 Im going to find myself a nice club/society, probably a reading group or a card-game group, and every weekend I'll plonk myself in a small cosy room, coffee on a side table, cards on the big one, quietly amusing individuals seated all around. Mmm.
My most clearly defined aim in life is to retire, with some grace and wealth and possibly some friends, to the countryside in Britain, maybe the US. A charming country manor would be nice--the cost could be split between those with me.
And every morning we would read the papers silently, sipping english tea by the french windows. And then we would have a game of cards before heading out for lunch; the manor would be in the countryside but at still a close distance to a small town. We would then head to one of the many bars in the town and have a drink or two. And we'd talk, and talk. Alternatively, a swim in a lake would be nice--I've always had that fantasy since Land Before Time. We then have Dinner. Dinner with jazz, Dinner at home beside a fireplace, anywhere would be nice. We'll then talk, or watch a show, or have a game of cards, or if a swim in the afternoon was not accomplished we could swim at night. I've always had a fantasy of swimming naked at night since..since dunno when.
Beautiful isnt it. And throughout this last stage of life, I'll be looking back, looking back at everyone, everything. Probably fly here and there to see people.
It's good to have a aim in life.
Book: Tom Stoppard - The Real Inspector Hound
Toa Payoh has this shop that sells comic books. Or you can rent them for 80 cents and read it right there. I checked out the second level and stumbled upon what struck me as a modern-day opium den. Small, enclosed room, people sedated on comic books. Terrible.
Yet so appealing. When I approach 50 Im going to find myself a nice club/society, probably a reading group or a card-game group, and every weekend I'll plonk myself in a small cosy room, coffee on a side table, cards on the big one, quietly amusing individuals seated all around. Mmm.
My most clearly defined aim in life is to retire, with some grace and wealth and possibly some friends, to the countryside in Britain, maybe the US. A charming country manor would be nice--the cost could be split between those with me.
And every morning we would read the papers silently, sipping english tea by the french windows. And then we would have a game of cards before heading out for lunch; the manor would be in the countryside but at still a close distance to a small town. We would then head to one of the many bars in the town and have a drink or two. And we'd talk, and talk. Alternatively, a swim in a lake would be nice--I've always had that fantasy since Land Before Time. We then have Dinner. Dinner with jazz, Dinner at home beside a fireplace, anywhere would be nice. We'll then talk, or watch a show, or have a game of cards, or if a swim in the afternoon was not accomplished we could swim at night. I've always had a fantasy of swimming naked at night since..since dunno when.
Beautiful isnt it. And throughout this last stage of life, I'll be looking back, looking back at everyone, everything. Probably fly here and there to see people.
It's good to have a aim in life.
3 Comments:
The song is nice.I always wonder if you listen to the same song as you write your entry.
I wonder if we are/were all listening to the same song while we were doing our things.
Oh. I just found out you two were listening to this very same song for your your project. Beautiful coincidence indeed.
When coincidences such as this happen you feel a sort of mystic connection over time and space. Or maybe it was the existence of an established mystic connection that led to the coincidence...
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
and then I find that I know
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