was it real? i stood above the other faces words fell from my mouth i forgot more than half of the things that i wanted to say and fumbled with the microphone later on, someone asked “have you given the speech yet?” “yes, i have.” the night blazed on faces came and went it was over before I felt I had a grip on things »
some days i just can’t make sense of it the working day gone so quickly so pointlessly so disappointingly wrong. when i limp home beaten and despondent the neat little student sitting across from me on the tram lifts her phone starts to make a call and suddenly vomits on the floor there isn’t much I can do but I offer her a small packet of tissues to wipe her hand »
Dream (last Saturday morning): I hop into a car with…somebody (not sure who). He’s driving. We seem to be leaving from my parents’ house, and he’s driving rather quickly, not stopping as we cross the intersections. When we reach Springvale Rd, he turns right without stopping. We go too wide, and miss the road. We miss the service lane, too. “So this is it,” I think, “we’re crashing”, and let my body relax as we head straight for a house. »
you can let go if you want to into the sea the sky the clouds the cool wind on your face and the feeling as if anything can happen but you can’t let go right now can you? »
last night i dreamt about technology. it was rather disappointing when i awoke; i wanted my dreams to be about other things. »