brief ramble

It was a not so impressionable young boy who returned home from big lights of the bright city for this summer. A portfolio filled with nonsense and various creative activity banged against his supple calfs as he trudged through the front door of the pleasant suburban threshold which he once called home. Slowly it came back to him, the smell of cow, of unwashed cow and human living side by side. The people are shorter in my home town than in the city, less beef more leaf i expect. I was worn, dissilusioned and dirty. The city has probed me this year, its thick concrete has entered me and i am changed. More sceptical, weary of the fickle, the cool and the beautiful.