16/09/12

An immense feeling of liberation from the damned pavements of north London (not to mention London in general) overcame me when out walking the sidewalks of Galway City, everywhere macadamised in one way or another, which is how, from a non-liberal/social-democratic standpoint, it should be. All those fucking/sodding pavements of north London – and more specifically of Hornsey, Crouch End, and Wood Green - do nothing but get me down, depress and psychologically humiliate me because I am Irish, not British, and find state-hegemonic criteria repulsive, a parallel of sorts, down at the southeast point of the intercardinal axial compass, to hardback and paperback books, including novels, which will always be around so long as these pavements are around and this kind of society or civilization in general remains around, despite what anybody might have to say – and not for the first time - about their imminent demise or social irrelevance. The sidewalks of Galway, on the other hand, are more to my taste, being, if anything, the product of a Catholic mentality down at the southwest point of the axial compass in question, and I like to think they would parallel eBook literature, whether or not of a fictional orientation.