I'm down in Durban at the moment, on a bit of a sabbatical- get my head out of the grind up country.
Took a drive past my old haunts, not thru the town, its not a safe place. I drove down to the beach and took a walk along the boulevard. Fithybeachfront now, here and therebits of the old town stood out, shapes of places that have changed to many times, like eyes popping out at me from the walls, winking here and there before closing and dissapearing back into the faded paint. Do you remember here?
On occasion there would be a slice of a memory or two, sometimes just an old feeling stirring around below, sometimes nothing at all.
I miss what it was, it has changed so much now. Visited a friend too and we talked about the old days as if they weren't only 4 years ago.
Even here I'm restless, im not done, there is still so much more I can do and wan't to do, but is it too late now? I don't know, all I know there is an itch under my skin and seeing the old town has just put that fire back, or at least lit the spark, almost every time I have been here, flown in from the airport, got a sodding toyota yaris that smells like pee, i have played to a crowd, sometimes small sometimes big.
I realised today that most of what I missed, most of the memories of the old town were not of 18 years ago, they were of last year, 2007, 2006, 2005, not so long ago. The fire still leaps from the corner of the streets, small sparks waiting to catch.
I'm glad I came back, more than anything it has reminded me of what I want.
Took a drive past my old haunts, not thru the town, its not a safe place. I drove down to the beach and took a walk along the boulevard. Fithybeachfront now, here and therebits of the old town stood out, shapes of places that have changed to many times, like eyes popping out at me from the walls, winking here and there before closing and dissapearing back into the faded paint. Do you remember here?
On occasion there would be a slice of a memory or two, sometimes just an old feeling stirring around below, sometimes nothing at all.
I miss what it was, it has changed so much now. Visited a friend too and we talked about the old days as if they weren't only 4 years ago.
Even here I'm restless, im not done, there is still so much more I can do and wan't to do, but is it too late now? I don't know, all I know there is an itch under my skin and seeing the old town has just put that fire back, or at least lit the spark, almost every time I have been here, flown in from the airport, got a sodding toyota yaris that smells like pee, i have played to a crowd, sometimes small sometimes big.
I realised today that most of what I missed, most of the memories of the old town were not of 18 years ago, they were of last year, 2007, 2006, 2005, not so long ago. The fire still leaps from the corner of the streets, small sparks waiting to catch.
I'm glad I came back, more than anything it has reminded me of what I want.