One week through my first ICT; determined to change my job scope, and to find a way to contribute that is both meaningful and fulfilling, and emerging every other day to find myself increasingly detached from all that I left behind, somewhat. A new PSP, books on Bresson, and more, and not a moment in camp to read them, nor sit down, except to catch some sleep when the clientele leave.It is remarkable how much a little confidence and presence of mind can bring you; if there’s anything that I’ve learnt in the last week, it is how I am still neither young or old, and that I shouldn’t sit still where I have landed, and pretend that there is a promising future, because days of half-baked tedium and labourious orchestrating are really very much secondary. Where is the light, where is the flame? So, looking around, I find that I am, peculiarly, standing still.But it is good, considering the years of wandering in the wilderness. Somewhere to go, and someone wonderful to travel with, to be with. Hold that chalk; I might not need it.
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