The Hum of Lost Time

Not sure what the title of this post means. But i thought it sounded good.

Let's retrofit the title with meaning. Let's try and get a little bit poetical on that phrase's arse (said as if Samuel L Jackson).

Actually no i will leave it there untouched pure as the moment i set it down.  I will leave it untethered and free to roam through the minds of its readers, free to create meaning  and nuance as it pleases to those whose minds turn to it.

In other matters. Why with free seats on the train does a foul smelling man, high  i think, decide to sit next to me? I despair (and quietly retch so as not to offend). The Hum of B.O.