if you don't understand butterfly collecting

Thirty one minutes dead space everyday is the best thing about having to commute to work. It is my Bernard's Watch time in which I read. Happily, the titles I've chosen recently have lived up to their reputations, capable of instantly disappearing whole carriagefuls of people so that I am inside the bubble of their worlds like falling into a rare and easy sleep. Lord Of The Flies is reassuringly fresh & relevant still for a first time read, and written so skilfully that when I wasn't gulping down passages of jungle chases I felt happily and physically wounded by the subtler scenes and dialogue. Its incredibly unsettling and makes me thankful I was able to choose to read it when I did rather than age 15 for English GCSE. I'm now half way through On The Road by Jack Kerouac after three or four years of perseverance and finally now, for whatever the reasons, am absolutely devouring it. Wishing I could live such a selfish & vicarious existence without the painstaking loneliness that accompanies the exhilaration of such a journey. Although I suppose that's all part & parcel of it.

Vs.

VS.

Summer as indicated by steel drums

A Fantastic cover of one of my all time top favourite songs of the 90s.