Mar 22, 2011

The Walking Madman

It was too surreal to have walked home from Chinatown this evening, a matter of 4.5 hours and at least 18 km. But what are numbers and figures - time did not exist at all in that moment. It was only when I thought back on the journey, having started at 7.30 and arrived home at midnight, that I then realized, while I had been walking walking walking, there were people who had knocked off from work, arrived home, ate dinner, showered, watched the 9pm Ch8 serial, read the newspaper, and got ready for bed. My legs ache now, but if if if I were to die tomorrow, I'd die a happy man, having achieved some glory in a moment of my own genius and insanity.

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