Sun Mar 22 23:15:24 GMT 2009
Sine wave of emotion today: passed my driving test at eleven, Flo is redundant before one thirty. Like being hit with a soft invisible hammer; something inside is in freefall, seeking the bottom of the curve. On my way into Leeds I can smell the dried nervous sweat of the driving test hanging on my skin, a stale scent. Listening to something woebegotten on the ipod, and I keep thinking: it's ok, everything is ok. Radio this morning reported projections of numbers forced below the poverty line by the global recession; numbers made meaningless by their sheer magnitude.
It's ok. Everything is ok.