i just don’t know what to do with myself
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. »
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. »
no sense in a slow afternoon phone call rumbles and trouble rolls in over the western horizon the past is a harsh mistress clinging to our bones screaming tunelessly in the fading evening light travelling north through melbourne-town drops fall inside and out and i start to hope if it rains for a few more days perhaps i can wash it all away. »
I can kill time. Watch me. People walk down the street like missed opportunities, a hundred stories we’ll never hear. I’m stuck walking with the crowd this time – a change from usual times, and I notice I’m almost the only one making way for people coming in the other direction. Running early, stuck in rain, I grab a quick gin at the Drunken Poet and hear a song over the speakers that sounds, well, Not Quite Right for the surroundings – I thought the language of this place would be, y’know, somehow different. »