Bedtime Story Conservatory 75 13/06/2020
Hello on this afternoon, or good afternoon actually, or is it evening?
I played basketball last night with a load of people I didn't know but came to know over the course of a few hours spent on the basketball court. It feels like a dream that didn't happen now, I was bad at it, but it was fun, and it was that time of evening when there is electricity in the air again.
In relation to stories, I have been telling people this story of how I used to work as a waiter, and that I was carrying a hot plate to a table and as the plate burnt my hand, I quickly tried to put it down, and in doing so landed it right on top of a bald man's head, as he yelped in pain. I realised today that this isn't true, and that I didn't put it on his head, I only nearly did, and it landed safely on the table. But I have at some point exaggerated this story to someone, and then believed my own exaggeration until now.
I just turned my head and looked out of window and caught the gaze of a man on a bike, I wonder what he thinks of me now.
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Today's reading is one of mine, it's a set of instructions I wrote for the body, a sort of meditative exercise. I hope you enjoy it if you do listen today.
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Warmest wishes once again, over 75 days later, and you and I are still bloody here,
Sam
