Sitting on the train watching the beautiful autumn landscape fly by. Trains mean transportation and work so naturally work is what is happening. A flock of sheep grazes in a field. My focus is interrupted but not broken. What are the implications of yet another Internet based application on copyright? This is interesting stuff, I find it absolutely fascinating, and yet there is something, sometimes that delivers a case of the blues.
An empty golf course outside – inside the article I am working on is moving slowly. Since I work in different places and spend my free time away from home I am wary of my own sense of rootlessness. This may not be the reason for the blues but it is definitely a contributing factor.
Sometimes, just sometimes I long for a nine-to-five job and to live in the nine-to-five world. Not to take my work with me at home. In some of these fantasies I think I would like to be a crane driver. They, at least, never take any work with them home. To sit on a train and not think of work but to actually enjoy the landscape.
Oh never mind! I would probably get bored – or at least I always assume that I would…