dream: I called an old friend. “Next time we play, my character’s going to [what?] to X’s character.” He didn’t say much in reply, mostly giving in to the silence that surrounds such moments. If only I could remember what it was I wanted to do, and why it was so important to call him about it. »
catch the tram to the end of the line to walk along the new grass at the edge of a new shopping centre “opening in 2008” next up is the great northern ring road stand underneath for a moment listen to the road above rumbling with traffic and, y’know, stop thinking about work, willya? you’re supposed to be on holiday. over the hills past a bustling strip mall (no, really) »
occasional rain clouds my mind i’ve got a fortnight off work and a feeling that i need to sort out what comes next and shake off the sameness that has its hands around my throat. »
time to move time to go they’re waiting ship it out rack it up click go the cables and the christmas tree lights will soon follow. »
on a warm afternoon dragging the granny trolley behind I looked sideways into another alleyway and a purple balloon slowly tumbled toward me through the weeds and the gravel another time i saw a white cat off in the distance in a frozen pose staring back at me that time she asked me “why do you always look down alleyways, anyway?” “because you never know what you’ll see.” »