some days you feel frozen by the future so many things to try and remember to do on monday that sunday becomes a blur of worry you find yourself lost in “what if?” land as you do the vacuuming and try to think of ways to spend your sunday “just like other people do” without leaving the house even going so far as to watch a DVD but the numbness »
i walked to the city from preston yesterday it started with no trams at the terminus which i eventually discovered stemmed from a car crash further down the line and they cleared it away just as I walked by but i was already moving by then and that inner feeling of momentum had to be fed somewhat more than this i stopped for breakfast and watched the first load of people »
staring at old maps again with a yellow fondness for a past that wasn’t mine but could’ve been i suppose somewhere out in the western suburbs listening to six o’clock rock as the car lurches around a corner under sodium light passing factories by. we could’ve been older wrestling with an entirely different set of issues wishing we were younger ’cause those kids have it so easy these days. tomorrow »
She walks upstairs and looks at me. “He’s offering a holiday or something.” “Hang up,” I whisper. She hands me the phone. I press the button. The phone rings a second time. I press the button twice, quickly. The phone rings. I press the button and listen. I can hear people talking in the background. Eventually somebody says “at least you could have the decency to say you’re not interested. »
Somewhere amongst the wind and the traffic noise I looked across Bell St to notice two policemen and one man. He struggled a little as they tried to place him against the back doors of their van, hands in the air. A moment later he struggled again, and I saw the exact moment of indignity as he was shoved on his knees and face-planted while they handcuffed him. The traffic flowed on. »