fickle

I sometimes wonder if I didn't make an effort to keep in touch with certain people, would I hear from them at all? I know it's the summer holidays, but geez... We all know that come September they'll be back to their smiley, almost-genuine selves and generally crawling up other people's arses.

At least I'll be escaping soon. To Aberdeen first, probably Inverness then to the isle of Lewis, to see one of the few genuine people who can be bothered to keep in touch. I can't wait to be at sea again. The sky is bigger up thre. The air clear, the wind sharp and the horizon endlessly, impossibly big.

But then I've always had more faith in places than people.