Delirious, sick in bed, the second bottle of cough mixture now finished You Tube aimlessly playing in the background I start to drift, maybe to rest and sleep but then slowly but like the siren’s call I am guided to a new, and maybe dangerous, dimension by the narrator. Charts show the trips path, but are these real or some dreamed artefact, a treasure map perhaps. The narrator takes us down country like some kind of deliverance trip to the old and largely hidden NZ, for a moment I think I can hear Four Seasons In One Day, but no this is older and much more deeper and ancient to a hunted red meat eating New Zealand, no EV chargers on this road, in fact hardly a road, On and deeper the Narrator travels, the sound of the weather gone but yet no banjo, will the narrator lead us safely back to the old land , the historic true land of corrugated iron, eight gauge wire and pint downing beauty of the nearly forgotten before time. Still deeper we go the Narrator and his companions a trinity of explorers in time, will we make through this rutted track and what lies beyond. Finally an empty West Coast Beach but no one is there not even the Narrator but just the faint outline of his shadow, is this what New Zealand used to look like, will the trinity return to 2024? The trinity travel onward to the sea going long boat not bothered by banjo players they are making their way back, they have made it to 1965 they eat and drink the fare of the day , pie n pint, let’s hope they finish their trip back in 2024 or maybe, just maybe they will turn their backs on the way north again mount their iron horses and travel back to the before time not onto 2024 Will they head once more for a trip to the land that once was. Suddenly I awaken, feeling nostalgic and hungry for a steak pie. Ride on Narrator
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Delirious, sick in bed, the second bottle of cough mixture now finished You Tube aimlessly playing in the background I start to drift, maybe to rest and sleep but then slowly but like the siren’s call I am guided to a new, and maybe dangerous, dimension by the narrator.
Charts show the trips path, but are these real or some dreamed artefact, a treasure map perhaps.
The narrator takes us down country like some kind of deliverance trip to the old and largely hidden NZ, for a moment I think I can hear Four Seasons In One Day, but no this is older and much more deeper and ancient to a hunted red meat eating New Zealand, no EV chargers on this road, in fact hardly a road,
On and deeper the Narrator travels, the sound of the weather gone but yet no banjo, will the narrator lead us safely back to the old land , the historic true land of corrugated iron, eight gauge wire and pint downing beauty of the nearly forgotten before time.
Still deeper we go the Narrator and his companions a trinity of explorers in time, will we make through this rutted track and what lies beyond.
Finally an empty West Coast Beach but no one is there not even the Narrator but just the faint outline of his shadow, is this what New Zealand used to look like, will the trinity return to 2024?
The trinity travel onward to the sea going long boat not bothered by banjo players they are making their way back, they have made it to 1965 they eat and drink the fare of the day , pie n pint, let’s hope they finish their trip back in 2024 or maybe, just maybe they will turn their backs on the way north again mount their iron horses and travel back to the before time not onto 2024 Will they head once more for a trip to the land that once was.
Suddenly I awaken, feeling nostalgic and hungry for a steak pie.
Ride on Narrator
Thé delirium may help you understand the struggle
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