Sunday, 11 November 2012

At the going down of the sun and in the morning we shall go bang

I was quite deeply in blanking thought today, sitting in silence with others, and no one had spoken for 30 minutes; I was as good as nowhere and hardly aware and aware

and then a crash
and I was somewhere
full of questions and nonsense

an explosion

I thought it was a big firework
and began to reconsider my fellow bipeds as buffoons

and then I realised it must be some kind of remembrance day thing

two minutes later the same thing again
i hadnt even regained my composure

how odd it is that the death of so many people for no defensible reason should be marked by the firing of a big gun