‘The building that tastes of spiders’
Portsmouth – London – Portsmouth
28th August 2013
Today I feel able to write Augusts’ blog posts – its harder to put finger to key beyond the event but time touching and twitter poetry reminds me and brings me back to that place.
I spent an intense morning on the computer – a mix of spoken word and keystroke correction finishing at lunchtime – half way through – ready myself for a London dash.
Train – not a usual seat but its not full (afternoon) I can work at a table without feeling hemmed in. It gets uncomfortable at Petersfield as a reptilian woman starts to bite into my NC headphones sanctuary – touch and go – reach for volume control – think – potential project because not despite aspergers
last off train as per usual
Walk in the sun over Westminster Bridge to Portcullis House – As soon as I see it they start – spiders in my mouth – inside I’m OK – ‘life in a tray’ I am screened and awaited
look ahead
A short meeting senses list:
Smell of faint chlorine
Smell of rich earth
Diet coke and paper cup
A good meeting
I walk away from the meeting better informed – now I can feel the project – its shapes forming between my fingers – I love this stage of development as it starts to click – think all way home on an earlier train than expected
Hexagons make an appearance and are captured as I write and tweet before the dead zone on the returning train
Travel Train
travel faster
seated backwards
the known
as usual
flys by
silent
still
held both hands
fragile forming
project now
tangible
