There is clearly much to learn about this life, as every step reveals, and curiosity reigns, as reserve is suppressed and restraint denied.

This day has only just begun and here I am in the capital, entering this Roman shell in all its outgrown glory. I disembark at Victoria Station, trailing like a tramp my meagre goods and chattels, looking all about me, dazzled by the old newness of it all.

The saga continues, crossing oceans and lands, to end up in London. Travel, of course, opens the mind, ... and more sometimes. (Photo by Bleddyn Butcher. Song "Let yourself go" from the album Standard Ideal.)

Learn all about how songs get the better of us. Sooner or later, one has to … let oneself go.

The things that may seem insignificant now, could well be even more so in the future.

Well, I am not steering home at all, but in the opposite direction, to a kind of non-home, perhaps never-to-be home, or then again, what do I know. A fortune teller I am not. Merely a swaying wayward adventurer.

Of nights I have seen many. Nights of pure fancy. Nights of boundless energy, others of inexplicable lethargy. Frantic nights rife with antics and misbehaviour. Unrepeatable nights of unrestrained fervour...

I ponder nights. I ponder myself pondering nights, this night that stretches and stretches, out and out and out and out...