all day long the passing of time broken into the parts between waiting and calling and waiting and being called and being told that it’ll be ok or maybe it won’t but we’ll have to wait and see i’ve done everything in my power to keep these bastards honest but still they find a way to twist the knife just to make sure you’ll know who’s wearing the trousers »
the afternoon fizzles out in a tiny trail of upward smoke work problem unsolved everybody else has gone so i head home, too stopping by brunswick st in the hope of finding reading or listening material two bookshops later i emtpy-handed wait at the edge of a side street as a bright pink Mary Kay-branded car turns off the main road but she slows down giving me quite a »
dream: I was in a shop – for some reason I’d decided to buy a friend a new pair of jeans. She went to go and change in the stalls downstairs, which I noticed were underwater. A moment or two later she swam back up and decided it was too awkward to get changed in the water, and maybe it could wait. »
a new shopping location at the west end of town above a station we’re looking for a few bits of clothing and i’m trying to adjust to this new existence this added responsibility of a thirty year loan so we wander the shops with intentionally minimal decor to try and make you feel that things are cheaper here can’t you tell? i can remember enjoying shopping many times in my life »
an isolated incident of forgetfulness is merely an indicator of other turmoil, i figure. and with that, the sunday night feeling descends, 2 days too early. the weekend loses its gleam. there’s more to do. of course there is. »