tales from an ordinary world

2000-03-01

"So go ahead and call the cops
you don't meet nice girls in coffee shops"
Tom Waits

I've seen things in this life. Plenty of things. Mabye not as much as others, in comparison, but I've seen things. All sorts of things. The core of my being is shaped by every one of these things that I see, in some small but still significant way. Like butterflies causing cyclones, everything, everything affects me somehow. Wishing that one small event had gone differently would change things so much that I probably wouldn't recognize my own life...

The soundtrack to my life is long and complex. Twisty and turny. Happy and sad. I'm still waiting to see how it ends. What note ? What single note will it end on ? Long and drawn out, fading out to silence, or a quick, sharp burst of sound ?

Do I still carry the Mark of Cain ? I don't know. It's hard to see with my kind of eyes anymore.