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 »
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. »
so it begins the descent into the world of debt i kept it at bay as long as I could but now there’s a “sold!” sign draped across a house not too far from where we are now just 2 days before our 1st anniversary and really after all these lost weekends spent searching it’s a relief to be able to move onto the next stage i signed my name »
On our street, there’s a large house with too many cars parked in the front yard, and a dog or two who dutifully shout at you as you pass, in order to remind you who’s in charge around here. As I walked past it this afternoon, a large black limousine pulled up out front and deposited several well-dressed family members (I suppose), bearing gifts. A motorbike arrived soon after, belching into the driveway as an older man and his wife shuffled toward the house. »