I Need A Dolour.
I was sipping Sangria in Shangri-La the other day…
when I started considering the position that I was in – the sangria, by the way, was non-alcoholic, as it didn’t need to be a fiery liquid that would free my inhibitions.
BTW in Shanghai-La, everyone is able to reach a state of Nirvana by just breathing in the air and drinking deeply (and solely) of the natural draughts of the fresh-water river that runs through the centre of the realm.
In reality, I am in Erewhon, that backwards place of fictional creation.
Places, names; faces, games!
All is well. And all is Hell.
Does this emplify or simplify things?
My mind wanders about, enters a maze, is lost.
I count the cost: one dolour, two dolours, three…