I hadn’t walked this street in years avoiding stray memories so I armed myself with brand new music. Somehow, though the right song hit the right notes and when I turned left to look it hit me right in the feels. Fourteen years and the source of… …plenty of experiences I can neither avoid nor disavow. Reaching the main road in a gasp of air I hurried on my way »
a languid afternoon rare winter sun revisiting old photographs balanced by the unease of that last BoC album keeping me from the blue in-side and out of harm’s way. »
a new year scanning a roll of film in one room an old Field Mice album plays in another memories slightly removed a chance meeting and a twinge of regret resolution is just out of reach »
managing to leave in my preferred time-period I avoided the brutishness of peak-hour public transport and found my calmest moment: standing in the kitchen cat underfoot cooking an unadventurous but not too unhealthy dinner for one in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. »
I caught myself eating a breakfast I wasn’t particularly fond of (but felt I ought to eat) in a fancy café I wasn’t particularly keen on (but was conveniently close) while some unidentifiable music drifted by. so after a brief moment of self-chastisement and a little reflection I left a small tip which seemed appropriate. »