Prowling the wilderness to hear the voices cry

Sunday evening. That time when you have to start making the mental transition from weekend to work night. I’m sat here listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers’ Catch A Fire album and burning incense. I’m in the mood for some Henry Miller, but I end of reading Smile, You’re Traveling by Henry Rollins. I like his dairy style books, specifically the Black Coffee Blues series of which this is book three in the series. Every time I listen to Henry Rollins being interviewed, I always think, what an intense dude. He was on the Joe Rogan podcast earlier this year. By the time I was done listening, I wanted to drive straight to Heathrow airport and get a flight to anywhere. Just go. And figure out everything else en route. Listening to Henry Rollins is exhausting and motivating.

I drove in to Warwick late this afternoon. My plan was to wander the streets looking for interesting things to photograph. I wasn’t expecting the place to be dead. Warwick, on a late Sunday afternoon is like a ghost town. Most of the shops are independent shops and nearly all of them are closed on Sunday. The only things open besides a few pubs and restaurants were a couple of the big retail shops.  I asked the young lady manning the till at WH Smiths if it was always like this on a Sunday.  She said yes pretty much all day. I felt a little bad for her standing there in this big empty store. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular.  I just like to browse the magazines to see what’s trending in print. Can you believe there is a whole magazine dedicated to board games. I would have thought board games were on their way out, but apparently their popularity is increasing.  I guess it’s a nice change to being hunched over a screen playing people you can’t physically see.

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E0E92809-5E25-447F-A54F-D289B5540400 2I have another website to build, so I should probably get started on that this evening. Plus I have some podcast editing to do, but Bob is making me want to just sit back, put my feet up and sip Captain Morgan’s all evening.

IMG_2172Hey Jack Kerouac was born on this day in 1922. Kerouac is one my favourite writers. On the Road and Dharma Bums being my favourite manuscripts of his. I have a lot of his published work and enjoy dipping into him from time to time.

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Anyway, I better make this short and get back to work before the rum kicks in completely.



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