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In Conversation - An Introduction

So I'm adding something else new to my blog. It will be called 'In Conversation' and will be my collection, recollection and interpretation of conversations I have or overhear.

I love people watching and am fascinated by the overly loud public conversations that strangers often have. I find myself tuning out of my own conversations desperate to hear every scrap of shared personal lives, opinions and thoughts from people I've never met, and will most likely never see again. I love nothing better than a public, loud and overly emotional disagreement between lovers.

I also love the nonsensical conversations I occasionally have with one of my most favourite people in the world when one of us is feeling down. We are both owners of depression and each knows, with unspoken recognition, the darkness that haunts the other. So when we have those moments of blue and black we talk about everything but the darkness and both come away feeling the light shining a little brighter than before.

So as I collect them I will share them. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

Here is the first. I dedicate it to Ben.

Inside my head you are a tiny stuffed mouse.
Inside my head is warm with loose screws
Rattling about hither and yon, pinging off ant's heads
and forming spontaneous robots.
Lately I dream of snakes and prefer your dreams
of being something
and helicopters.


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  1. Unknown10 July 2012 at 11:30

    I met someone on the station platform one evening a while back and I was outwardly venting about the excessive delay we were experiencing. As a result We've become occasional travel buddies who are massive public conversation trailers. We've only caught the train maybe a dozen times but every time we talk about all sorts of crazy stuff. We've even had strangers comment on subject matter while we're on the train. It's an unusual experience because outside of catching the train we have nothing else in common. So even though I don't witness many loud public conversations, I take part in many!

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  2. tif10 July 2012 at 12:03

    Then I tip my hat to you good sir and bid you thanks for your contribution to my fascination! (and thanks for sharing!)

    much love

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