25.09.2009 – 1630: 21 guns aren’t saluting my imminent farewell to my beloved Durban (loved not for it’s blackened heart but for it’s familiarity). Instead, too loud R & B sings about nothing. I should hate it. Afterall, an anthem like ‘Highway to Hell’ or the ‘Road to Nowhere’ would better suit the moment and my cynical self. Yet words about “nothing” may be entirely appropriate  for my lack of possessions, the life i’ve discarded and the final destination i’m unaware of. Let the adventure or misadventure begin…but does “nothing’ have … Continue reading →