buzz & fade

i’d be a happy man if i could walk every road in this town but for now i’ll settle for being left the hell alone by telemarketers (on behalf of the bank!) when I’m trying to have a quiet afternoon at home. »

time flows, rapidly. work vs pleasure. or rather, trying to fit everything in but inevitably making incorrect sacrifices. my inertia makes me a slave growing weaker by the day as i let time slip from these hands giving it to people often the wrong ones and thinking later on “i wish i’d done something else instead.” »

it gets dark so suddenly pretty soon she’ll come upstairs and say “it’s so dark! why don’t you have the light on?” and i’ll reply “i just forgot that’s all” and it’s true it creeps up behind me on an evening like this as i try to assemble an enjoyable evening teasing thoughts slowly out through the tips of my fingers as a swedish singer wonders “do you feel the way i do? »

a pointless day emphasized by a very long wait for a tram people swarm around me hopping on the next one so they can get halfway up the street and out of the rain but i’m waiting for the preston-bound one which is nowhere in sight eventually once i am on it we leave the city a happy fellow hops on asking the wesley kids if they’re inspectors he babbles on »

Ghost ships in the harbour. A particular event repeats itself, this time upon somebody near me. After some wine to ease the frustration, I head to the tram and read a book from somebody else’s dreamland. A girl – thin, dressed in black, small face but largish, angular nose – sits opposite, reading a book entitled Suicide. A woman nearby struggles with her bag and newspaper as she carries on a full-on phone conversation with somebody, barely pausing for breath during the whole time she’s near me. »