Overcast late afternoon. Quiet bus ride home, via Wooloomooloo.
Softly, an 80′s song came to mind, though I couldn’t remember the words.
Blue-grey water to my left. Cowper Wharf Roadway wound ahead and suddenly found the night.
Early morning dreams… coloured pencil memories, drawn from within.
Today – lost in a market by the sea. Sunlight flooded laneways. Searchng. Trying to remember where I came in.
Suddenly a balcony. White door. Inside, suburban shoppers 50kms from shore. An inland former life.
“This book is concerned with the nature of the creative mind and with the part it plays in the maintenance of those values that in the past have been inseparable from the idea of a civilization. I believe that such values are threatened by the developments, variously known as industrialization, mechanization, automation and mass communication, that together constitute the technological revolution of our time.” Herbert Read, 1963