I haven't been in for a while. Apologies if you wondered where I had gone. Time has caught up with me, and now the days are finally manageable I thought I'd drop back in and say hello.

Looking back over what's on the front page, it seems that what was once past is past and now the future is something that could be unimaginably eventful. I consistently wish the camera was by my side so that I could continue to recall the days that have been, but whilst no one else around me has noticed, I have begun to see that my memory is worse. Unfortunately, whilst I may be young, and thus disbelieving in this self-diagnosis, something is telling me I cannot think as well I used to.

Just to add to insult, just as music does, now photos wonderful as they are to help me remember the times gone by, only bring back memories which I have long buried, wishing them to be gone again before the welling of the tear ducts begin.

Whatever it is, it cannot be.

On the brighter side, I have bought myself a copy of The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, why do I find myself languishing within the realms of this, the bleak outlook, the cold forsaken city Berlin was, the grey walls and THE WALL. The eternal issue that continues to move us along. When will it all stop? Will we ever escape?

Finally, I have no idea when I'll be back, something of writing on here has stopped me, no, something of the dread of finding words, yet my fingers write whilst I have no control over them - per say - means that I have run out of thoughts to write down. All that is left to say is keep in touch, and maybe, just maybe I will come back round and say hello, because I still enjoy reading your stuff even if I can't find my own words.

So shall we say au revoir, and just maybe as in The Beaver (see previous entry to this one) I will return, a new version adapted as a picture of a man who had to become something to do something else in order to become the picture. What that is yet, I am not sure but I will find out one day.