tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-02

"I never let you down with my stereo sound"
Beastie Boys

I feel like a taut string, resonating as the wind blows right through me and picking up secret communications from the leaves as they wave their messages at me in some kind of hugely parallel morse code.

There's a maze of twisty little thoughts running in circles in my head, probing, looking, wondering, fearing, smiling and laughing. I dropped a spanner somewhere, thinking of global monochrome and new beginnings. Infotainment is over - the lines are blurred.

How did I sleep last night, before hollywood ?