Do you ever get that feeling that your life is actually happening? And you suddenly have epiphanic moments that sort of combine the knowledge of your very biology and your inhalations and exhalations, with very intangible wafts of ‘something-ness’ which shoot through your conscious mind…? Maybe it’s just me. Or just me today.
I think it’s something to do with that time when you get a report back about what you’re doing – that is to say, not necessarily an academic report, although they help – but more the world’s way of acknowledging you or someone you know. And it isn’t usually fanfares and shouting Eureka! in the bath, but tingly shivers and glows of happiness, when you sit on a bus and look out the windows, or you laugh about something inane until you don’t think you’ll ever be able to breathe again, ever, or when you discover someone has folded your socks for you. And you bathe, gloriously in the you and the us of it all.
Despite having been in the library for twelve hours over the past three days, I think it’s rather wonderful that I can still feel like that. Nourished…
So sing to this.
Dance to this.
Look at this.
Go and see this.
Buy tickets for this.
And laugh, so much, at this.