Return to the More Stable

Sunday 4th August 2013 ------- Another day on this mysterious planet, and today a somewhat interesting development . I met a peculiar elderly gentleman. At least i presumed he was elderly, before on contemplation deciding that here in this strange world, of all places , presumption is totally unwarranted. He did at least, have the symptoms of being aged. His greyish hair balding towards the centre of his forehead, and a long bushy beard extending half way down his torso, he reminded one of a character from a Charles Dickens novel. He couldn't quite remember just how long he has been here, though he does concede that at times it seems like an eternity. He had in his possession a diary, with some barely legible notes that he had written long ago, with a younger firmer hand. He allowed me to peruse his treasured notebook. I managed to decipher some scribble from his early entries. This seemed to relate to his original reason for being here, reflection, hindsight, the use of past mistakes in the prevention of future errors. This evening i am starting to feel a little wearisome from my sojourn in this place , and i yearn to return to the more stable, albeit unpredictable, world of Planet Foxxy.