I wrote this novel twenty years ago. I am currently writing a book on Ian Dury but I am visiting with my old self when I need a break, to clear my head. I love Ian Dury but concentrating hard for long periods is tiring. I need a break. Reading this autobiographical novel is like visiting with my old self. Have I changed? No, not much. I’m still happy and irascible.
Here’s another slice of the cake:
53 and Imploding:
Does death scare you?
The universe is so big that our egos do not even have the significance of a speck of dust; our intelligence is laughable. From my perspective your Leah jet can’t get you there and your wealth can’t buy a single star. Your beliefs won’t gain you a second more and all your possessions will be passed down to others and decay.
The only good thing is that one day all traces of us will cease to exist and our place in the history of the universe will be as if we had never breathed.
All we have to play with is the present. We can build futures. We can stop suffering. We can care. We can make this second perfect. Surely that is a worthwhile aim?
I hear the ticking. Each tap on this keyboard could have been spent differently. I continue to tap until something more important comes along. I would like to see what that might be.
I would like to be happy. I continue to send reports from the termitarium. These are the sermons on the mound.
I am sitting at my computer in my room and tapping in the contents of my mind. Can you glimpse me between the words or is the person you think you’re seeing merely a shadowy fiction?
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