fleeting eeking

Spinning faster and faster, dinner in Archway, date in Soho, coffee at Bar Italia, drinks now, market later, boom! bombs away and transport shut, but life goes on. Life eeking out around the edges, clawing a way out of 'analysis paralysis'.

A launch is a beautiful thing to watch. As are the people that watch it. Aside form initial news of the bombings and scares, it was the one thing that everyone in the gym paused to watch. A good 100 seconds, 20 sets of eyes glued to the screen. And so I momentarily remember, yes, it's good to be alive.

Buddhists say the chances of being born human is infinitesimal. Can you believe our luck?