It’s not very often that I go to Birmingham now mainly because it has become so busy; adding to the amount of people bustling around is the noise level; but not just from the crowds but more from street artists armed with high-powered amplifying systems that could possibly burst eardrums if you got to close and stayed to long.
Then there are the preachers of every religion who pace up and down trying and in most cases failing to hold a steady audience, but this never seems to bother any of them as they appear completely oblivious to what is happening in the world around them.
As my body is now reaching the point at which it was designed to fail I have started to look at various religions in case I can find an oppt out clause.
I noticed that some types of Bubdbhism think that when a person dies eventually the soul is reincarnated into a new body.
I thought that sounded quite promising but then I noticed that it stated when a person dies the soul passes through the head. I have now stopped wearing a hat.
I sat in the book shop Waterstones and had a coffee then thought back to when the shop had the most amazing top floor where it was possible to spend hours sitting on comfortable sofas reading the vast array of magazines.
Primark turned all that area into a clothes store. You don’t realize what you’ve got until It’s gone.
And I let Her Go.
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