I tried to wander, I tried to think. Instead, I found myself assailed by the sight of a careless driver nearly running over an old man who had the temerity to board a tram on a busy street. Why do people change when they sit in their little metal boxes on wheels? So angry, so awful and so impatient. »
Step forward but not too fast dodge people walking toward you wave away mr street vendor fiddle with headphones skip a few tracks stop for a drink drop some change for the buskers. all this silent interaction is killing me. »
Another life. The importance of hair. Human traffic patterns. A music stand just next to me. RW on the stereo. Leature and tartan passing by outside. There’s still tinsel here, with occasional birdlife. Retro-runners guy turns to cough. My hair is a mess, but not for long. Oh, Miss China. Ten, with a backwards y. Green bottles and colourless glasses. I wonder what she’s doing, right now. Nova Mini (a reference to …? »
An endless parade of headlights and all I want to do is cross the street. It’s important to wait for the right moment. »
Waiting for the fog to lift – after all, it ain’t over ’til it’s over. And then what? I’ve got plans – get fit, get out there. Reclaim my life. Those little things that “just had to wait”. We’ll see how it goes. »