Wasp And Map
So, where are we? There’s a wasp in the bathroom again, wandering on foot, has an air of lost yet determined. Can relate. I photographed it. Where was it we wanted to be? Can’t recall. Mostly we have dropped the habit of expectation. There does need to be space for spontaneity. A map point check, that’s what we need. We had started out on this journey, let’s presume a mountainous route, not on the mountain at all, but way below sea level. Mountains were myths. Nevertheless, we trudged upwards. Trudge is an apt word. Eyes almost shut, one foot at a time, weary, that word holds the feeling well. Don’t be sorry for us though, we also had good coffee and places to go wild swimming, and car park picnics, and belly laughs. And a sort of destination. A bit of land to call our own. A house we built. A sanctuary. I want a lake, and woods, and probably a pirate ship, and a hillbilly hot tub, a sauna made of old tyres - it’s all so real in my head, but we’re