tales from an ordinary world

2000-06-28

"You know I'm fighting to be real."
Matthew Sweet

Traffic everywhere. The turgid miasma of existence. A postcard from the Mother Country, with a sequence of phone booths on it. An email or two from Korea, a friend from times gone by. The wonders of that new-fangled internet !

Looking at other people's pictures of wide open spaces makes me restless, thirsty for that feeling of actually going somewhere, sitting on a train, watching grass and cows and farmhouses go by. I miss the telephone poles, the huge power line towers, lined up across the horizon at dusk. That expectant feeling of driving into a new town, wondering exactly what it has to offer. Moving, always moving. Looking at the map and seeing the endless possibilities. There's always somewhere to go.

So for now, it's time to indulge once more in the guilty pleasures of "downer" music. It hurts so good. Playing that mandolin, all night long...