I dropped of Bec at the station, so she might voyage into the old realm. I envy her.
Although meanwhile the house is mine. ALL MINE! I'm going to sleep all around that bed of mine.
Last night I had quite an experience. This
A night with the Arts community.
A bizarre outing. Two fellow students and I did such on a whim, and were greeted to an eccentric bunch of what could best fit the description 'artsy fartsy' types. Thoroughly diverse they were, with musicians, ultra-flamboyant actors, writers, photographers, goth families, lovely older gents and ladies, and a little dog running around, socializing around a BBQ, listening to artistic audio. The highlight were these gents:
There was something about their ancient/folky style; the cleanliness of tone, and deepness of their baritone. It felt like history was echoing itself into the modern age. It filled the room with a sense of aged sentiment; a rare experience.
It many ways it reminded me of old church barbeques, many community aspects bearing similarities, but with a much more open frame of mind, probably to the point where some brain was falling out.
It was such a strange experience. Here I was with two new friends, out in this weird family-like arts barbeque in some obscure country-ish town engaged in the eccentricities of artists, all out of nowhere. But I'm grateful for it. It revealed another portion of the massive woven tapestry that is human experience and helped me think in different ways.
Its crazy what people can do with their time when survival stops distracting them.
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