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disinclined to breathe in further bullshit, i left these lands to surf where the air tends not to cloy about the lung or soul. a place where to laze is not punishable with recriminations and accusations. funny thing is, i found myself missing the pulse and thrust of whatever it is that drives us. perhaps, in light of this, i should accept the fact that i too am part of what i rail against.
anyway, enough of these twisted reflections, time to furnish myself with a new philosophy. a change of tone and accent. i have given some considerable thought to taking up a fresh challenge. maybe, as bowie once suggested, a new career in a new town. better still would be to change the town. the architecture. the landscape. yes?

maybe.