innerviews_sabbie_on_the_bus frAnk your recent post, magic_in_the_strangest_places was one of the best pieces i have ever read on blather. your writing is magical. have you ever seen the wild-haired magician again? what became of the clowns? and did you have any recent experiences on the bus? 020215 ... frAnk sab? 020414 ... sabbie .:blinks:. oh my, i didnt see this one... no, i havent ever seen the wild haired magician again, but im not sure i need too. i was telling my friend judas about him, i sent him the 'magic' piece and also fyn's responce (which he loved). judas runs the theatre company i am part of, and he is really enthusiastic about people experencing theatre in places other than a stage:seats:audience way. he was way enthralled with this encounter. the clowns themselves i actually collected as i got off the bus. i gave three to judas, (cos i knew he'd love it) but i still have one at home, sitting on a shelf. i can sometimes hear him echoing the cries fyn heard, but it doesnt pull at my soul like when i first read fyn's beautiful words, cos now he lives at my house in love and warmth and family again. there is an odd air of expactancy about him though, he is waiting for something and im not sure what it is yet. everyday i see odd things on the bus. some of these things makes me smile, some help me to remember how to appreciate the world, some make me angry or sad. the bus goes through a part of town that is both very 'funky' and 'alternative' and yet full of junkies and broken lives. its an interesting juxtoposition to watch from behind a glass window. like thrugh a television screen, until life invades your space and leaves you todays equivalent of little porcilin clowns. life does such a good job of keeping me interested. .:grins:. most of the time, anyway... 020414 what's it to you? who go blather from