" Best (and only) therapy"

And that book. My favourite of his.

I see

I didn't look until now.

But i don't think that is quite right. 

A good long session of reading a few good books can even wobble our "core" - query too much our precious little proxy-self.

All i know is that 'purpose' if it is clear in what does another just a little bit of good, is a longer-term real 'therapy'.  

Combined with just a bit of actual truth... you either have your head in the sand with your absurd ugly showoff mirrored sunglasses left on, so as to make sure no one can even see you blink  at those pesky grains of truth annoyingly blowing around your one way protection  - never mind proven anti-healthy sunshine blockers, we see nothing of someone unless we can at least see their eyes. 

And writing that even if it must be in fable or fairy tale, is a good therapy. And if we have fairy tales based on the best of 'lived experience' up at Stockings and Suspenders  - the best of sunrises, even if not today, sharing them for the next generation down, is more than 'therapy' as it is the only way we got to be a bit free this generation...

I wish to go to Armenia. Perhaps there one can have a real conversation among some people who are at least part modernised. Dagastan, Tagickie... and so much of the rest of the world, even when the 'veil' is chucked in the bin, i find it extraordinary how nobody even mentions that the traveller, ehh tourist: define tourist ... Matt and Julia dont even notice how all their wonderful "such lovely amazing people here ... free lunch wherever you go!" is always only prepared day in day out, only ever,  by the women... which they wouldnt put up with for a moment back home.

Tourism plus so called 'media' really really has ended all actual thought. MAy as well burn all the great books that asked at least a few good questions.

Righty ho i cannot type, no power .. and i have a few months of little video snippets to pore over and put up ...

But at least it was good to hear yestermorn, from the nurse (frontline)

twenty seven years

here

" god i hate going to work.... the behaviour of the people nowadays even in A+E where you would think there is some decency..... nope, animals..."

Whereas try talking to a tourist or even incomer who has bought into the fantasy. They actually get upset and growl the moment you suggest that their tourist dream is in fact rather a nightmare. Go ask a nurse a bit of truth....

The problem is that people assume this hallucinatory myopia hasnt infected the rest of the planet, too...

'travellers' in my young man days would always speak the real truth of any place...

not now

nowhere.

And thus 'therapy' really can only be found here and now where at least some truth is laughed at daily..

Right i am gracelessly boring myself and the last few weeks have undergone real therapy - whats what and what matters. And a bit of it is at least written by hand... old cheap fountain pen.