Ahead of the cuvee

21 August, 2011 – This is how I came to make the greatest salad I have ever had.

Lassitude, and the hankering for a holiday. Second-hand watching. Going through the motions. Bidding the hours go and being thoroughly grumpy with myself for thinking that way. So impatient, restless but also parched and rigid. Laid up with too many ideas and vying dreams while in a nearby room the record was stuck. The faint droning of a wearily familiar tune, the track which endlessly reprises an enduring obsession with fleeting ripeness, for things being of their time and things being done just so. Muzak I chide myself for not switching off, or for not drowning out, indeed for feeding the jukebox.