back & forth

a new year scanning a roll of film in one room an old Field Mice album plays in another memories slightly removed a chance meeting and a twinge of regret resolution is just out of reach »


some days i just can’t make sense of it the working day gone so quickly so pointlessly so disappointingly wrong. when i limp home beaten and despondent the neat little student sitting across from me on the tram lifts her phone starts to make a call and suddenly vomits on the floor there isn’t much I can do but I offer her a small packet of tissues to wipe her hand »