Three hour's drive and I'm in another world from mine. I need this, and to be in the city of my birth. Perspective too, I need. And to strategise with me about Life Inc.
Sixteen past midnight and just into bed. After a piping hot shower and soap I don't recognize. But like. And to stand in front of a different mirror and other lights, to see me in a new light. Looking for decay, and stress and for more lines around my eyes. To pull im my stomach to see that they are only less worked muscles.
To be in the city, not the mountains or in the lowveld's bush, or among it's people, often slow-dripping with dourness.
It's a magnificent old, well built and spacious double story art deco home constructed on a ridge T-junctionimg into Johannesburg's Berea and then CBD. Magnificent view.
My first security alarms in years, in the distance.
And now my lids seek welding shut.
And my brain to percolate while I sleep on tomorrow's challenges.
It's a new chapter.
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