next street across


little changes, all at once. rediscovering old books (after unpacking a few boxes of them I’d left alone for a few years). another office to get used to, in another part of town i never really got to know well in this kind of way. dividing my time between all the people who want it.

i’m on the way home again, watching the curve of the rails as we turn north just after rushall station, feeling all self-conscious about daring to look at other people in the carriage while I wonder what they’re thinking about?