Friday, August 07, 2009

Epiphany

Sometimes the true significance of things is hidden; a concatenation of events and misunderstandings obscures what is real and conceals what subsequently becomes tangible. It doesn't happen in increments, there is no slow accretion of memory and its interpretation; rather a sudden and blinding realization that temporarily cripples as the tears scold and start.

My reflection is the same, but the mirror is no longer clouded. Things left unsaid have been said.

The heart is a lonely hunter (thanks Carson).

8 comments:

KAZ said...

Garfer - you are an enigma ....or do I mean enema?

garfer said...

Enema? Ta for that.

I vote Conservative as well. There's obviously not much hope for me.

Jimmy Bastard said...

Rangers and the Tories? Holy mother of dog! You're following the wrang people my friend.

MJ said...

KAZ: Garfer is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.

But let's combine the contents of our bottles to administer a enema for our enigmatic friend, shall we?

EmmaK said...

I'm pretty sure you need a holiday. Bahamas I think.

garfer said...

Jimmy

Yo can't admit to voting Tory in Glasgow, you might get chibbed.

MJ

This post was composed under the influence of the bottle and should be read as such.

EmmaK

Or Kabul.

Piggy and Tazzy said...

Eh?

garfer said...

Carson McCullers.

Mong.