Where do you feel most free?

That would be the platform I have constructed on the roof of Shameslaya Villa...I like to stand there skyclad on the little ramp in its centre and play crackly old Caruso records and shut my eyes and pretend I'm Fitzcarraldo...I throw up handfuls of bread for the starlings to catch in their beaks as they fly by and it looks like reverse footage of some manna-from-heaven Old Testament garbage, the sort you'd see Charlton Heston shoot his way through........and I sing along to Roger Daltrey's "I'm Free" only I'm tone deaf so I attract crowds of townies with pitchforks and air pistols taking crack shots of me as they call out their boos.....and I prance around my platform throwing bread and singing and dodging the bullets and starling shit adorns my shoulders like nature's epaulettes and guys in helicopters whizz by with camcordrs recording it all for utube and why the fuck am I writing this crap when the cafe is open and I could be sipping cappucino and talking about why Spiral Dynamics Integral needs to separate its UL with its LL....

The place where I'm free is the place where I'm safe....here in the referenceless open ground.

J x