Monday, June 22, 2009

The Lotus Eaters

So there we were. I'm not sure why. The salt spray played with our senses and time itself became but an irrelevant abstraction. People we had never met before, nor yet would meet again, joined our party for no apparent reason and left with the same indifferent ease. A sense of becalmed aimlessness frittered away what little reason I had left and a numbing calm overwhelmed my soul.

All in all it was a real balls-acher of a bus ride.

6 comments:

Scarlet-Blue said...

Bit like an orgy really...
Sx

w
WV: punri

Lulu LaBonne said...

I'm not going to one of Scarlet's orgies - aimless comings and goings. If it's going to be ball-aching I'd need more drama.

What sort of orgy do you normally attend Kevin?

Madame DeFarge said...

wv is piedom - which suggests some form of sadistic crumpet. Oh well. You have more exciting bus journeys than I do.

Major D'Omo said...

Truly Kev you are the lyric poet of the Manchester Corporation.

inkspot said...

This reads like the script, in toto, of a Fellini movie.

Which one, you ask? Not sure, maybe Amarcord, maybe one he didn't get around to making.

Kevin Musgrove said...

You all make it sound a lot more interesting than the bus ride I had...