preston

some days it’s all you can do to hold back. »

on the tram a woman sits in front of me juggling a happy jack russell while she scratches an instant bingo card and then i notice her t-shirt which says “illusion”. »

after my second game of tennis in a very long time i lay down for a nap while strange music played and i drifted away on a strange little boat vanishing into mist with voices surrounding my confused, tired body. later, the album finished a familiar bassline marked a change in tack i found myself dragged mercilessly from the loving waves and back into our brightly coloured sofa. »

days like these i feel encased dodging fellow pedestrians as per usual today I’m limping hampered by a ceaseless feeling that I’ve got it all wrong and i’m searching for the missing piece that’ll start making things right. »

dream: I drop in to visit my first ever workplace. The old boss is still there, talking to somebody until he notices me standing there. He turns to smile at me and with a glint in his eye, asks if I’d like some scones. Later, I talk to an ex-co-worker, who’d returned there after working in other companies. I make some comment about how hard it is to remember old names after working in so many different places, for so many different people. »