–verb (used without object), -at⋅ed, -at⋅ing. 2. Archaic. to move or wander about intellectually, imaginatively, etc., without restraint.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I will peel my skin and cut myself open
I will let the only honesty
in me spill out,
and you will see.
There is nothing
inside that you don’t
already know.
The truth within is not
a relief or surprise.
You already know this.
You know I’m made of lies.
I can’t run in this city.
It’s not me, I don’t know where to go. I can feel the eyes, I can feel my difference. I need to grow into this city, make it my own. Get a job, make some friends, go to a few parties and mingle. Until then, I will only continue to feel the heat of my sole awareness that I am not from here and the unease in that I may not belong here. But no one else knows, they wouldn’t and they don’t. Who are they to read my mannerisms like I do theirs? I’m just crossing the road or looking one way, nothing out of the oridinary. But me, I’m glancing, darting, and getting lost all the while unable to run smoothly like I could at ‘home’, where it used to be.
Discovering the South of France by Car
There is only one way to discover the real France, and that is by car. Backpackers will attempt to uncover the hidden features of this part of the continent by using public transport, but that doesn’t give you the freedom and convenience that comes with having your own car. And, unless you have the patience of a saint, using public transport in most parts of France can be frustrating. A car allows for spontaneity in a way that public transport can’t; spot something interesting from the car and you can merely stop and investigate – try doing that on a train!
Taking your own vehicle to France is obviously an option, but if you plan a prolonged Gallic trip then hiring a left-hand drive car may prove beneficial. Car rental in France is as competitive as anywhere on the continent and, like everything it pays to shop around before you commit yourself.
Although the whole country has lots to see and do, for a real treat fly to the scenic South of France and pick up your vehicle at the airport. With both the Mediterranean coast and the Pyrenees within a few hours drive you will be spoilt for choice when it comes to planning your day’s journeys.
Most of Southern France is off the beaten tourist trap, littered with medieval villages, and containing acres of glorious and scenic vineyards. The areas of Languedoc are particularly beautiful and you can also sample some of the country’s tastiest wines. Travel to the coast and you can sample the high life in Nice, or pop into the principality of Monaco and sample the casino.
One tip if you do decide to opt for car hire in France: get one with GPS. It will be your best ally when it comes to navigating the region. Unless you are fluent in French you will find it difficult to ask for directions, and road signs can be confusing, especially in the mountainous regions. But, don’t rely solely on GPS; also take a good up-to-date road map. Michelin maps include details of the amount of tolls you have to pay on motorways and bridges, plus it has explicit details about to find petrol stations.
Finally, if you do try this adventure you’ll find that car hire in France is easy to arrange on the web before you go, or if you are going on spec, you’ll probably pick up a reasonable vehicle at the your airport without booking.
one day, one day.
I can’t tell you.
It was only a little Bit Anyway
Note to self:
You are a serendiptitious magnet.
I’m sulking like it’s nobody’s business.
Like it’s actually going to make some kind if a difference.
Like I was actually going to make something happen.
Take it easy on me, envy.
cummings
my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning
of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)
my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)
when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall
crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He’ll not my tower,
laborious, casual
where the surrounded smile
hangs
breathless
