some days i can’t even just walk to work from the tram stop without some fucker trying to run me down from a side street in his VW Golf. pedestrians, eh? so troublesome for the upstanding ve-hickle owner how dare we slow them down? how dare we suggest that perhaps we did have right of way? how dare we presume to exist? »
the sun returns to town we’re passing old buildings while I try to make something of this roll of film from crumpled old signs and patterns on a wall »
i wandered the streets in the evening and when i found a lonely Thai restaurant i sat down and ate in peace so many other eateries were full of loud, laughing faces i didn’t want to hear other people’s conversations after having them leak through my hotel wall and surrounding me all day rattling around my head and crowding my mind. »
crowds flow chairs fill my flight delayed i become a part of the scenery roaming the lounge for a better signal and perhaps also a power point. »
the hardest step unaided into the next page i’m still searching for strength but i know time is closing in. »