the abyss means...

Back in Brighton. Again.

I suspect at times that it is trying to keep me here.

I was born here. I grew up here.

Years later and I am still here. I remain for good reasons. There are always reasons.

It concerns me.

I live only 2.9 miles from the hospital in which I was born. At this rate of movement I may make it as far as Patcham in a decade or so...

I feel like a second-rate George Bailey...

If I could escape I would, I think, but that would not help (rather than 'bye mess' as I would like I suspect it would be 'hello new problems'!).

But.

I'm never going to escape.

I don't know if that makes me sad or happy.

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You should be happy to be born in such a place, that you haven't been compelled to flee, screaming, the moment you were able, finding solace in the bosom of other cities, other narcotics, other accents.

It's like San Francisco, where do people from SF go to rebel against their origins? SoCal? Washington? NuYawk?

The world is such a vast place, and yet there are so few islands of calm, where acceptance flows like a stream through the gutters, that you need to relish them. Relish them, and then raise your standards, and demand more.

Dave Ph on October 2, 2003 12:07 AM