h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

That would be , Willem.

I think we anarchists are finally getting organised...

Anarchists? Us?

Splendid! I will get to work, then, trying to express shyness.

Firstly, I think I need to wrap myself in a black jacket.

Good start.

What?

Interesting, like protection. Shyness often occurs in me when I feel I have very thin skin, sensitive, like not enough skins, not enough protection from the world, so a black jacket helps.

Then I need peanuts. Peanuts? Yes, you know, like at parties, standing shyly by the food table, eating all the peanuts, wondering why the guy in the black jacket is looking at me funny.

Perhaps he is comparing black jackets.

OK OK I am going away now. Not supposed to be writing The Shyness Chronicles right at this moment. .

That bit with the skin? Right on, Sistah! (I used to say I had no skin.)

Interesting. There was a brilliant documentary about Nick Drake called A Skin Too Few. He was really sensitive.

Oops, sorry Peanut, about the peanuts. like because you are called Peanut, no connection, but its a good thing, because I would like to be at a party with you. I'm the one in the black jacket, eating peanuts. heheh. hmm.

my mind was wandering, about developing a thick skin without becoming thick skinned

and nibbling on peanuts

4.30 am aargh (have to be on the road at six)

so inspired, had to check in!

That's quite a point, you know, Peanut. How to develop a thick skin without becoming thick skinned.

The thing about having a thin skin, for me, is that all the light and the dance and the inspiration and the loveliness of the world filters in close to my heart and soul, but also all the pain of the world, the terror and the wounded darkness, sometimes so painful that it makes me shake and quiver.

And yet, would I have it any other way? Like a thick skin? hmm.

Interesting. So perhaps we are after a different kind of skin. Brunel! Pliny! Classic Goo! hahah. Like, a place for creative expression, shared creative expression.

What? hmm. Not bad for 4.30 am .

And I just realised something else, when Dmitri mentioned anarchy. And also thinking about contributing to and suchlike.

Luminous thought shapes approaching the traffic lights!

A man with a bird on his head

Kites flying over a place of ancient mystery

what??? Definitely making sense now. . Well, see, these are titles of photos/writings appearing in my head!just fragments of a dream, totally anarchic, without theme or tether. .

Random ideas going everywhere, yet nowhere, like a ball with a funny bounce. And its good to share them, I love to share them, its just that I get shy to contribute them because they are not very relevant or wordly. . A test for any Editor.

But its probably my time of life to share them anyway. Life is short. I am very definitely over the halfway mark. heheh.

In truth I love structure, order, and I am forever in awe of the discipline of creative craftsmanship. I have never been a rule breaker, an outlaw type. Its just that I have to bring out the anarchic dream fragment, and smile sweetly at magazine Editors ...


yes! yes! and later to make a photographic word pattern of a soul creating shy footprints in a holy place of ochre sand spirals, where the lizards lurk.



Might not have very consistent internet for a day or so, ah peace for you, but speak soon, byeee lovely ones