The Circus
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. That's me mentally counting chic homme's while walking along Oxford street. But there's a thorn in my side and I'm unable to reach my full potential of appreciation. I'm more than slightly below optimum...I realize by reason of the crowd. They are doing this to me with their hapless and busying ways. Creating a frenzied world wind around me when all I want to do is walk straight ahead. They manage to fill cracks, cronies, peaks, troughs and even places you run to get away from them.
Just picture a picturesque picnic, everything perfect but then dum dum dum it's over run with ants....carrying away minuscule's of your enjoyment (twice their size by the way) to some over the hill and into the darkness place. You squash a few but there are loads of them. Like goose bumps on skin and fleas in fur. Uh ha, now I remember why I sparingly come to the Oxford of Circus (without necessity). The crowd obscures the view and unless you are equipped with a force field they obscure your experience too. The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry at the hands of busying crowds.
As I get stared at, bumped into, forced to slow down, forced to speed up, and almost carried away I ponder on why I hate this crowd and not the one in Portobello? Strange that! For sure, the circus people are a complete different people. Sure a melting point, but the heat underneath this pot is different, so to are the ingredients.....Professor Me Me to hand...let us compare the varying conditions....Voila, there you have it. High street and market. It seems the conditions of high street perpetuates a state of cosmos (that is busy, frantic, must have, don't care cosmopolitanism) where as the market stimulates coolios (that is mellow, less stressed, more open and warm environment). Who says there's no science behind fashion pfff!
Bon Voyage Oh flea circus. T'wasn't fun so I must only return when need be.
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