tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-30

Some things are better left to chance - the purchase of flimsy plastic things, takeaway food, and a handful of CDs from the local second hand shop. Second hand store. Whatever.

It's hard to appreciate words when the music's turned up in my headphones, but I need to block out other things for a while.

The storm rages on, in a one-man sea. Vision blurs, memory fades. We're leaving it all behind, like tiny blades of grass in the wind. Twisting. Slowly.

There's a wedding soon. I lack the means to skip town for this. I can't afford the past I made - a past gone mad.