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Like astral planing, my head is everywhere but nowhere.  These past months back in Britain, have been like a spiritual bath I'm not sure I ever wished to take, but have been given anyway.  Whilst certain it has something to do with another impending birthday, yet recently my mind has been a Hall of Mirrors and memories, that as age creeps, appear different to how first perceived. We all get wiser, we might not like what we're put through to get there, yet it remains an inevitable process.  A life time of slow dawning, time revealing only how messed up this, our No Love Generation really is...

Preparing to now head back to Europe, with my indebtedness to the man whose car's these are.  I'm out; 'Back on Truck' - constrictions released, at the cusp of the end of a cycle, starting the new with less baggage than the last...

...enough clothes to last me a week?