Yesterday's trauma is today's blessing. Sans iBook and cruelly deprived of headphones (my current pair spluttered to a deserved death this morning) I mounted the train to Victoria without any of my usually technological companions...
Instead of a shuffle of folk, hip-hop, rock, electronica and country, I was listening to the gentle babble of conversation and the rhythmic grind of the train. Instead of busy fingers on a well worn keyboard I had a pad of paper and a blue biro to transcribe my thoughts and brianstorm my current projects. It was like getting re-aquainted with an old friend as my fingers remembered the art of prolonged writing.
After a few chores in Oxford street the sweaty throng of the tube seemed less than appealing and I opted to enjoy the noon day sun by strolling to each of my following destinations. Armed only with a tube map I decided to follow my nose and see where it led me. Thankfully my nose, and the occasional request for help, got me where I was going and I had a whistle stop tour through Holden, Blackfriars, along the embankment, through St. Pauls and up to Moorgate. My feet are a little sore but my soul feels good.
I can't deny it's nice to be infront of a computor screen talking with the world but for today I enjoyed my ludite escape and my contemplative pace. I felt at once at peace and at odds with my historical yet frantic surround.