lemon revolution

And it feels as though the mist is lifting, the lines coming clear on time's sweeping hand. In the morning grasses I crouch Blades of light falling on fresh eyes and music softly breaking against my ear We look like a row of four players in a table football team, faceless senseless clones, falling over at the flick of the wrist.it occurs to me that the office is maybe the most repressive ugly place since prison and contemplate the generations of millions and billions of people who have spent so much time chopping away at something they didn't want to do. it makes for v depressing reading / thinking, and I ponder it all as I pick up my weetabix and trample to the kitchen for some milk. Crazed tiles reaching out into the distance, the road a river of noise And bathed in a young spring sunlight The places like this, where I end up drifting on and off on the lunch hour - called a 'lunch hour' across the country and probably the world but rarely ever actually a lunch '...

"I'm doing it to learn", I told her. "I want to study, to learn about the world, to learn to think about the world. It's not about anything else". The conversation had gone on for a while, and I knew where it was heading if I didn't round it off. "I know I need to get a job, I know how important it is. I'm not gonna sit around. But I love learning, that's what I enjoy and that's why I went in the first place." "Good. That's all fine. Just make sure you remember that at the end of the day, you're there to help you get a job. Above anything else". *** "It's about time you started paying your way and living out in the real world!" My third night moderating focus groups in row, was t'nite. I finished work at 11pm and returned to my flat by midnight. I eat, try to wind down. 5 hours sleep at least man, come on, I've learned this the hard way. I try to sleep but my mind finds itself racin...