An extract from Wise Traveller: Loss

I see who travels with me...

I want to change the fruits of my labours. When someone says 'Apple', I don't want sleek plastic and chrome, but England's Coxes, heavy hung in dappled orchards.

When someone says 'Orange', I don't want to know about free minutes and the latest upgrades. I want to think citrus thoughts; the appeal of slowly peeling skin. And when someone says 'Blackberry', I don't want my head to rush with virtual thoughts of emails and deadlines and documents and settings and schedules and coverage and battery life.

I want my tongue, instead, to rush with sweet sensation, a bowl of fruits shared with friends. A rug. Open space and blue sky.

Lech Walesa (leader of Poland's anti-communist movement in the 1980s) on coming to the West observed: 'You have riches and freedom here, but I feel no sense of faith or direction. You have so many computers, why don't you use them in the search for love?'

These devices were sold to connect me. But all I had to do was pick some fruit, and share it.

Kester Brewin

Forward to a friend

If you'd like to share this page with a friend, just fill in the simple form below and we'll send them an email for you.

Your email *

Your name *

Friend's email *

Friend's name *

Your message

wise
Bloggers

Top story