My Kensington Corner! |
One afternoon, as I began to setup my equipment in my corner, I quickly picked up the few pieces of trash I saw on the ground and went to throw them away in the trash can. One crumpled piece of paper caught my eye and for some reason, I decided to uncrumple and take a look rather than just tossing in the can. It looked like the beginning of a song, or a poem, or maybe a journal entry. It read simply, in smudged ink, "going places, going strong."
Well, I couldn't throw it away. I smoothed it out and kept it on my keyboard for the duration of the set for inspiration. It's not that the words were necessarily poetic, deep, or original. It was just that someone wrote them. They felt it. They were onto something. They were boarding a train, or a bus, going places, literally and metaphorically. You might never know, but someone heard your words, and I hope you get to where you're going.
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