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Like I Used To Do

April 13, 2011

At the bus stop a man is listening to Elvis. When I look at him he is younger than I expected.

The bus ride is the best kind – few people and quiet.

I realise that I can feel myself evolving. That this is the feeling that has been brewing for a while. But it is only now I understand it and only now I label it. A self-aware type of learning. I’ve never had that before.

It reminds of a teacher I had who was baffled that I and a girl in the same class didn’t want to know the secrets of poetry, didn’t want to be intellectually aware of why and how they were affecting us. He thought it was an extra dimension with nothing lost. We thought it was an extra dimension with everything lost.

So the sense of magic might be leaving me now. Irony and cynicism has taken me over the last decade so it is not a big surprise.

But a bit sad.

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