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Paul J Penton – Songwriter
“Release the Muse”
Passport- Daily Object Writing – Sept 29
Mine’s expired, should do something about that I guess, its thin sliver is sitting on the second drawer of my desk… I have no compelling reason to renew at this moment, but visions of a trans-Siberian adventure beckon so I should do something about it- in fact I have two – European Union and Australian…that’s about Five hundred bucks worth of renewal. It’s something about all the procedures that puts me off, going to the chemist to get some of those passport sized photos , the miniatures of myself, the mini me, that I then have to get notarised by someone- but I don’t ‘know’ anyone notable enough to notarise- do I then have to go to an echoey fluro lit police station and prove who I am? You see that whole train of thought is not beguiling.
Maybe I should think of how it will be to have another maroon booklet with a laminated photo of myself looking up with uncertain eyes, unlike the other photo form last time, taken just after meeting the love of my life- but that’s a romance expired longer than the passport.
I love going back through older ones – all those stamps in blotchy inks from exotic locations, Nepal Czech republic, Ireland etc etc… depends which one I use really. And then there’s that time I had to rush to the U.S. embassy at the last minute due to a flight change- a panicked flee from work on the Thursday before easter before it closed. Sitting in a cramped hallway, sweating on getting that visa approved or my Europe trip was off- a whole train of ‘what if’s’ chuffing through my brain until I heard that stamp clunk and resonate and arrived at the station.
Yeah it’s always a bit nerve racking getting through those passport checks- not that I’ve done anything wrong, but just the crawling sense I might have done something, or be carrying something that one of those eager beagles at airport security will sniff out. A forgotten piece of fruit in the bag or something. Don’t get me started on bringing in goods slightly over the excise limit through customs…….