(this title also has nothing much to do with anything, save that I used to think of it as the "weeble-wobble" song, and took savage, sacreligious delight in cranking it up and singing along while driving, *especially* when I was driving to church or one of the many church-related things I did in high school. also, I really like the Marilyn Manson version, for reasons of ferocity.)
this is a compendium of -- half formed ideas? postcards from liminal spaces? I don't know.
Oxford. I have to go there, this is clear to me. It's very important. I don't know why. Technically I suppose it's the Ashmolean Museum, but if we're (if I'm) honest, that's tangential. I feel like I'm writing down instructions from someone on the other end of an ancient phone line. Oxford. Okay. Which - Oxford. Right, yes, and - just walk, you'll know. But - don't forget your umbrella..
I could have gone, the last time I was over, there are frequent trains from London. But there wasn't enough time, not really, and also it wasn't the time.
then again, maybe I've just read too much Dorothy Sayers. Anything is possible.
. . . actually, maybe not so much a compendium as a place-marker, a reminder, for just one thing. I don't seem to have anything else to share today.
also, it's started raining, finally.