# quick sunday stroll before getting back down to projecting awake at 03:30 after long night of wasting time trying to find bright lights big city via tubular internets took a shower and went downstairs for a chocolate raisin fruit bar before striding confidently out of this cubic house not a home unit turned left at the end of our street into a back alleyway previously thought interesting noticed half way down however this would be an excellent spot for a mugging ah the constant collective background fear of rhyme / other citizens in this island endland a social dis ease which eats away at the heart of joy and possible dreams of a better fairer world one full of fellow humalienity and genuine chances of social revolution on this reactionary backwater little isle we're dressed in a navy blue tshirt black wranglers wide fit and am conscious of the need to want to be seen as if busy going somewhere important as to not attract unwarranted attention half way down the street from our house before the corner we got the strangest feeling that we don't know where the heck this place is this place being reality we then immediately feelthink instead we have to embrace uncertainty as in actuality there's little but uncertainty all the time yet so far we've been willfully blind to it the tin tasting daily grind of taking absolutely everything for granted all is now loosing its once strict boundaries definitions any previous false sense of absolute certainty regarding where this is exactly that reality is in fact nowhere this indistinctly odd thought glacially soaks into our heart while strolling down the street this beautiful south endlandian day in early autumn we pass by a sharp edged sign that says keep out danger of deff we finally arrive at a dead end by walking in a straight line for twenty minutes a bare patch of clean earth on a grassy public common glancing at our ancient orangey red casio watch it's exactly 16:20 in the early late late afternoon a moment we admire in so much in autumn on the way back home we notice the styles and general condition of the houses nearby a heavily stratified social demographic as solid as ancient geological layers of dead island history these places are comparatively clean when compared to inner city areas in the londonium necropolis of our youth still a feeling of soul crushingly dull mass housing hangs about this place only three parallel streets down there are houses which look thoroughly upper middling class their driveways sport tank sized recreational vehicles with custom surfboard racks on top these dumb industrial objects of ecological suicide must do about five damn mpg we begin once again to think about project just then a phrase came to mind for those researchers who are poor how all books are of the fantasy genre that is their professional looking covers graphic design and fancy words might as well arrive from another world what does anything one can say here in / for project have to do with the daily grind of desperately dull and massively circumscribed endlandian lives what has any lab report ever written by anyone who ever took on another dim plastic role like this ever done for anyone else in such social circumstance another phrase springs in mind what do all following great writers have in common: insert names heres they're all utterly dead bills still to pay and general ill health cigarettes alcohol and the hollow thrill / threat of the weekend bent backs and inadequate diet standard substandard education spitting inanity on / via mobile handheld electronic telecoms devices cheap rugs crap parties andor holovision you can see it on their faces they're all astoundingly bored profoundly unhappy and desperately lonely just like us on the way back over foot bridge you pass by a researcher o business patent leather briefcase in hand and power tie around neck they stride with personal designer confidence for a second you contemplate asking them if they ever stare out the triple glazed window of their comparative luxury high security home if they ever wonder about the lives of fellow researchers forced to live in these dreary council house cubes row after unending row yet we're also a stranger to this neighborhood nobody wants or trusts us here we feel unsafe and alienated strolling around in this aimless brain even though it's a beautiful autumn day with the entire imagination waiting in the wings / hidden in the leaves ready to march triumphant over dead suburban fields of daily as lived uk reality // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]