A Life Less Dreary

Having spent two long years in W'ton with a the majority of time feeling a sense of disconnection from anyone half interesting could it all be over? Well obviously the W'ton part is over. However, could my imminent move to our capital city simply be a red herring leading to an expansion of my current situation? Will there be somebody to talk to simply because I am surrounded by a greater number of people?
This seems like an oversimplification of the big city life. Surely where else in the world am I likely to meet an ilk of person to suit my skin? Add to this however, the capital of alienation, the city of glances on the tube, the conurbation of neighbourhood ain't. Work! Surely there's a link into the system, a cannula into the bloodflow of this deep veined individual. Will I be rejected as antigen or accepted as self? All these questions are running through my head and all I know is that uncertainty is better than the certainty I have.

This picture was taken today. I have always liked the manner in which the light reflected
off the windows of mine and other occupiers of the halls of residence here. Today I was standing in each to find out which was mine. None it seemed. Perhaps mine was reflected onto the wall opposite, out of each. I plan a renewal of my photgraphic efforts on my move and maybe even the development of a developing lab, how's that. Digital photgraphy has lost my interest. Horray for weeks of not knowing what you have sealed in that dark box. I would warn you that regularity of posts may vary over the following period, however I am sure you won't even notice the difference given my irregular posting. How long did it take you to realise this one was up? Answers on a postcard.

(I also apologise for my use of W'ton for Wolverhampton. The use of this abbreviation which I dislike is due to the layout of the text and picture with such a long word dropping all following text underneath the picture leading to a horrible looking layout.)