Sunday mornings before too many people are up and about I escape into the quiet lonely places of my surrounding suburbs places once so foreign to someone like me from some other part of town but for seven years they’ve been home we breathe together these streets and I. »
some days i just can’t make sense of it the working day gone so quickly so pointlessly so disappointingly wrong. when i limp home beaten and despondent the neat little student sitting across from me on the tram lifts her phone starts to make a call and suddenly vomits on the floor there isn’t much I can do but I offer her a small packet of tissues to wipe her hand »
you can let go if you want to into the sea the sky the clouds the cool wind on your face and the feeling as if anything can happen but you can’t let go right now can you? »
last night i dreamt about technology. it was rather disappointing when i awoke; i wanted my dreams to be about other things. »
some days it’s all you can do to hold back. »