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" It is late Thursday 16 1 97 and I feel sad.
I don't know why. "
I found those words on a slice of paper tucked away in a book I was revisiting.
It was a sort of blog.
I have done that for years.
Late night reflections.
I can go back 40 years to certain dates and reread my feelings of that time.
My first book came that way.
Have you ever read Gutter Feelings?
It was a book of experiences largely about
working with youth gangs in East London
but also about the experiences of the whole of my life.
Felt a bit low yesterday morning
and I asked the same question.
Why?
I think I am going through a period of adjustment again.
Did that when I left Romford almost a year ago.
Now again.
It does not stay long because
as soon as I engage with humans
it seem to fly away.
Well ..... here I am talking about myself
when there is a world to change out there ....
I need to manage my time .........
...... and I must keep on feeling too ................
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