buzz & fade

this day was meant to be downtime but when i return home after chasing errands it’s hard to avoid feeling exhausted by the intense anger sweeping across the net this week. »

walking through an old campus mostly unfamiliar but holding one or two memories in the falling darkness among the 70’s-era buildings the people look the same pretty young things clinging to the unspoken rules of fashion and the nerds with their middle-aged dress sense making their way somewhere out of here. a decade ago i worked somewhere just like this when the future was a highly unknown quantity for me »

it’s good to have something to do in the empty moments of this past week something purely mechanical to dull the harsher edges idle minds devil’s playground y’know. »

a pleasant walk disturbed by old memories that won’t let me be though it ought to have been long enough by now so once more i suddenly find myself three paces ahead of her ’cause my mind’s busy raging against past injustices instead of enjoying the here and now. later, i stand in the lounge and hear a soft hum from upstairs. i know it’s time for something else »

I surfaced on a side street looking for a late lunch and I seemed the only patron in the pub at this hour I read my book and the music changed from stomping blues to something more intimate ah. the Tindersticks. when I finished I paused a moment to get another phrase or two of the voice of Stuart Staples before opening the door and taking in the afternoon sun. »