So today my mind's a fairground at night and I'm not really sure what alley to pursue. But I do know that it's colourful, frenetic and a little seedy.

Got 'diagnosed' 8 days ago. The polite. well-adjusted psych thinks it's cyclothymia. Which has made the fairground richer. Never spotted that particular sideshow alley before but you know what? It's kinda intriguing.

I could write about...

My mother as a jackal. Bristled haunches, the snarling grin, the scent of blood.

Or

My appreciation and gratitude. Cool weather, open space, light from above.

Maybe

The vicissitudes of small town life

Or

Why I'd like to be your wife

Perhaps

That train journey through China

Or just

Raising up that baby mynah.

Ultimately I guess I could set my mind off wandering to undertake little dalliances to write home about. Because I'm honestly not sure what to do next. Except write in scattered little jaunts and every now and then pause, breathe and take in the beauty of the fairground.

I didn't know how to tag this, but 'events' seemed fitting. 2011 is gonna be a hell of a year, me thinks. I'm glad I found you guys.