'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Spent some time at the shop

and found this way to keep still by pressing myself close to the shelves. I find peace in some newsagents. When I go in, when I'm the only one in there, in a shop that has those thin and almost impenetrable isles, when I can ignore that sense of guilt one can't help feeling when out of sight of the shops keeper, there is this serenity. I'm speaking of that stillness that one feels in a London park or inside a church or cathedral perhaps.