It’s the first day of autumn. Well it’s September. Let’s say it’s Autumn.

It’s really sunny. It’s really nice. It’s that Autumn feel.

It’s feeling the wind. It’s feeling nature. It’s seeing a sea of green.

Sitting under a tree. For no fee. Something to do.

Sometimes I think it’s about using your mind. As much as using your legs. For those who are able to.

So. This is the third line of starting a sentence with a word that begins with an s. Alliteration that lad (I think…sort of…maybe it’s my version of it.)

The first yard’s in ya head. The second’s in ya mind. The third’s in conciousness.

This is practicality. This is bliss. This is more real than people accepting the pollution in the air caused by too much traffic.

This is a paradox. This is a contradiction. This is anthethisis.

This is the modern world. This is society. This is surreal.

I’m not Eric Cantana. La. I’m just rebooting.

This technology & nature combined. I’m not materialistic but I appreciate this phone. For practical reasons.

We’re half robots. Downloading ourselves to social media. Update ya apps & ya mind.

Virtually reality. It’s fantasy. It’s real.

Real virtuality. It’s unreal. It’s fantasied.

Picking footballers in our minds. Selecting them on a website. Transferring in their faces or kits on an app.

Getting feedback through goals, likes & clicks. What’s on ya playlist. Music flows like a stream.

I’m high off nature now. And coffee. And air.

(Flippin’ eck mate what have I wrote there)

Yeah *** that was my mind *** talking (or was it me). Thoughts in a form of stream of conciousness.

This stream is imperfection.