Nostalgia for Naivety
When I type, I wish I could type faster. When I write in ink, I wish my hand was light. When I read, I wish I could have two pairs of eyes. When I talk, I wish I could hear the echo of my words in somebody else’s ear. Mind. When I remember the days of naivety, I wish I could celebrate the time when I was being taught how to read and write. When I sleep, I wish I could remember how it felt to learn to walk. When I sometimes make a swerve to an alley, just off the Strand, I think there has never been anything I wanted to see more.