So I am in London, back to civilization if you will (if you consider the British civilized) and there are many things that I realize that I am accustomed to that I really like. For one thing its foods that are not with curry or that make my mouth feel like I drank hydrochloric acid. The other things are western (non squat) toilets, toilet paper, soap in bathrooms (and people that wash their hands with soap and not with their ass), honest people, trash in bags and not scattered every where, tempertures under 100 f (40c), rain, seeing children complaining about not having happy meals (not about being thirsty) and so much more.
On the flip side I realize or further realize what spiritually bankrupt culture we come from and how spoiled we are. Ok, yes I love being spoiled. Sue me, ha ha yes you can! In India or whereever on every other street there is some awful ditch or hole, or collapsing building and if you get hurt, well you dont have the consolation that you can sue someone for a million dollars. If you fall in some horrible ditch than you are screwed. I would not even bother going to the hospital there, you might just wake up missing an organ. That aside my experiences have been life changing. You meet very interesting people in Nepal and India. Apparently, you can meet interesting and nice people in London as well. Its late, I am jet lagged, with a bad cough and tired. We edited today a very boring part of footage and it was so exhausting…. Now I understand the need for a directors cut. I cannot go into my night, the french artist, the old school hip hop Dj, the Jesus loving messenger who delivered me a message, the horny drunk Indian girl who seemed to want to take me home, the single mom (also drunk and horny) who I discussed relationships with, the guy (all mates) who discussed the various properties (both molecular and spiritual) of water, and the maori religion.
Than we went to eat falafel at a turkish place. I will quote my Berliner friend Daniel "Man, if you can’t tell the difference between Arab and Turkish, than YOU are lost!". How true and my stomach agrees with him and not with Turkish falafel. All because I am trying (read trying) not to eat meat. As we were nearing home in CAMBERWELL, these two young black kids (un sorry Claire its an adjective) were running like mad with a bag in their hands from the KFC and ran laughing pass us and seperated. Ok, call me bigotted but I thought they robbed something, I was right. This white guy in front (pissed*drunk) said "did those wankers knick your food?" I said "no, they wouldn’t have gotten so far" (I am quite tough these days). He said "I would nt let them take my food!" I said "yea, You DONT take a man’s food. He said "yea, especially when a guy is pisssed!" We bonded on this for moment and he said "if they had taken your food I know the wankers, they live on my block." "they are really low" he said. Than his mobile rings (everyone here has the latest mobile it seems), he goes, see thats them now. "you bloody wanker, what the hell is wrong with you?" "what do you mean where am I, you ran right by me you cunt!". Audrey and I were laughing the guy who was putting those kids down for being wanker criminals was their mates. Thats LOndon for ya. SO its late, and I am still on Indian time, I am sick with a cold, I am tired, and I cannot sleep well lately. For example the other night I woke up thinking I was in a Tibetan temple, than a Shiva idol was talking to me and there were babies and rats on the floor. As you can see I am still mentally, spiritually, physically digesting what has occured to me. Thats why I am not looking forward to sleep, its 3 am but I know I will be wide awake at 6am and be glad for it having weird dreams all night. I wont go into my dreams about the advanced human beings and their flying (talking) monkey henchmen. True I beat them all up but this was tiring. How I am to make great art during the day and fight flying monkeys at night? I am not superman despite what the ladies tell me. All in all, life is a fantastic trip I got a lot to work to do and I am looking forward to completing it. I look forward to seeing my friends too. Now I must sleep for who knows what forces I will battle this evening? Maybe budda will come talk to me? I sure got a lot to Say to Mohammad! Like "what the hell is wrong with these people?" and so on. Nu, Jesus, um is the Davinci code real or not? ok all is possible in my dreams, and in yours…..
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