My shadow has recently changed. It was quite alarming at first to see this " apparition " of myself following me so doggedly around this house. My shoulders have rounded, my posture has leaned forward, and my hands hang more ape like. Yep, im really selling myself here... The above photo was taken of me last Bonfire Night a year ago, and it shows this new silhouette even here. My own Father even commented the other day that he cannot recognise me at a distance anymore, such is the degree of the change in my outline. Maybe losing a stone and a half has played a part, in little anyway i presume, but the change is far bigger than just that. I would like to take a photo of my shadow to illustrate the point further, but how could i do that ???

It disturbs me more than it should...

Ive found the idea of a fine woman corrupted by love turns my stomach and disturbs me profoundly to the core. why is this so ? The big question im asking myself tonight ! It has been this way in the background of my mind for some time. the shortening days have magnified this outlook. Capitol letters missing here. I remember when the passion for what i posted made correct punctuation seem pointless. Welcome home again...

Todays observation !!!

I feel we are living in an new age. The light has changed. Something odd is happening to me also, nights of strange dreams that feel like building blocks. Maybe this is the final stretch of life or the second half ? Second half, yes, thats a better sounding explanation ! Final...hell thats a thought .Good night.