It doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people doesn't add up to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand

Something happened to me today on the walk back to half moon house, and I vowed I'd meet someone beautiful who could help me get a friend back. I don't know yet if that's a healthy thing to have vowed. I've not known what part of my morality was in question over the last few weeks, just that there was something that went wrong in something I did with all good intentions (I'm not a person who has any bad intentions or any conceit), that brought everything we'd ever shared into question. Everything has been in question for me personally too since it happened, my background, my tendencies, my whole personality and my creative tendencies, and for the fist time ever I've thought of class issues. The difference in status and duty in a friendship between someone who's rebelled for their liberation, "higher thoughts" and maturity, and someone for whom it's come more easily, almost by birth (my friend / ex-friend was at least brought up in a more open and sympathetic emotional/intellectual environment). Did I feel this implicit duty to quieten myself in relation to my friend in order to protect her due to inferiority, and did this cause the problem? Did our relationship always have the seed of this problem, and should I have realised it beforehand? Ironically, something born out of beauty and innocence could have also been in danger through too much of it on my part, after all, I was the elder of us, by far, and should have been aware of it. Nothing truly comes together at the moment though, it's just a severe bout of self-consciousness, an emotional nightmare, in which my whole creative self moves towards a positive conclusion, fuelled by the loss of somebody I love, and the questioning by her of the very nature of that love, and I think I have to let all these thoughts pass before any positive insights come. At the moment my most positive gesture is in silence.*

In other news I've not heard from the university yet. The Indelicates gig I went to on Friday was something I identified with completely, like I haven't done in many gigs over the last year. It was individual poetry, uncompromised intellect and fantastic music. They should be boring, but are totally enthralling, an uncompromising musical and poetical vision drifting lonely in an alternative culture of half-felt, ego-fuelled notions. Not that I have a chip on my shoulder. I'm still spending money on the rent in Cardiff, when of course I should be saving. And the moon for the first time since I've been in Cardiff (or maybe it's just the first time that I've noticed) is not sitting perfectly on the horizon at the end of our street, it's just moved slightly to the right.

*This is not a romantic relationship issue, it's a friend issue.