I truly feel that I'm falling in love with Margate. It reminds me of Brighton when I first arrived (and even then I only caught the tail-end of it myself). The crackling energy and the freedom to do great things. An outlaw feeling and a pioneering spirit. It doesn't exist here in Brighton any more. Is it time for a new adventure?
Running around south-east London today (the other neighbourhood in my life - I'm full of duality, these days), all I wanted was to be back in Margate. I didn't want to leave; I've been feeling a strange combination of inspired and strangely lethargic since my return.
I pounded doggedly along the pavements, sweating a pleasing amount in the humidity. Then when I returned, a joy kicked in, as sometimes it does. I sang loudly in the shower, feeling ready to start writing like a demon.
This song, which made me laugh (more thoughts on its genius at a later date, perhaps). Maybe it's time for a change; I don't know yet.