Oh how I’d like to get myself some peace, some true freedom to coast amongst the conversations and hear none of them. I’ve taken to blocking out people with the brim of my hat where it is a world of my book, my knees, and some ungodly thundering Incantation album (I’m partial to Mortal Throne of Nazarene) or other such obliterating nonsense in my headphones. Why am I out in public? Superb question! It seems a fabulous idea until I am entrenched in a foreign armchair or couch corner. At that point even in the retreat of my hat brim a sense of diminishing returns drives my incessant time keeping and at last when a pair of shuffling feet taps into the bleak horizon ‘neath brim and above book, I am driven back out into the breeze to race for my home.

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