Most of What Happens…

Must have been 2006/7.
I was at an open-mic gig one early evening at a hippy commune type of place in Dalston, East London, called Passing Clouds.

The picture above is the a picture of the building. It’s changed tenant.
But still pretty far out as you can see.

Anyway, one guy got up to the mic to throw down some poetry and what he said was:


Most of what happens, happens without you.


And then he just sat himself right back down again.
Some of the people I’m working with have as a core value “Maintain a sense of perspective”
And when I heard this guy recite his poem, funny though it was, in its brevity,
whenever I think of it, it does really help keep things in perspective.