It was odd the other night driving towards Northampton the dark. I’d turned off the A41 onto the A43 and wondered what on earth I was doing travelling in that direction. The route would take me directly home but I no longer felt that my home should be in such a place. I wondered who I really knew there, who I could count as friends, who I was friendly with in my neighbourhood and I felt isolated and alienated from all.
I felt an outcast, totally disconnected from everyone, a simple unnecessary cog in some vast societal machine that had turned and simply ground me out.
I was returning to an emptiness, and then I realised that I no longer had to stay and that now was the time to find my wings.
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