Sunday, 10 January 2010

Andy Cleary: idiot non savant

I was walking back from the local shop earlier when I saw some footprints that were recognisable as being the same as the prints from my shoes, so the rest of the way home I went on a big flight of fantasy about how this other person and I may have had the same shoes, but could be wildly different people, going to completely different places, yet our paths literally converged on this stretch of snowy suburban road, and there was a certain romanticism about that. It was at that point I realised that the prints were pointing in the opposite direction to the way in which I was heading, and were, in fact, most probably my footprints from when I went to the shop. Felt like a bit of a wally after that.

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