tales from an ordinary world

2000-07-05

"Oh yeah I've got a heart of darkness."
Sparklehorse.

It's like moving through treacle. Going in slow motion, office to tram stop, tram to railway station. Even the train seems to slowly ooze alongside the platform as we all jog up to catch it. Sleepwalking, and dreaming of sleep. Nobody quite seems to be paying attention. I'm sure I've had dreams like this.

At Mavis' flat, the sounds of traffic distract me. Out the window, the suburbs are lit up by thousands of bulbs, groups of white and yellow ones. We lie on the bed, she asks what's wrong. My life's flashing before me. Everything and nothing.

I could write a postcard on those eyes.

The smiling moon hangs low in the sky tonight as we drive home. I stand out in the backyard for a while and look at the stars, but I can hear the mournful cry and rumble of a freight train and later, some sirens. The wind moves the trees in familiar ways. I'm wearing my dark green jumper, it reminds me of Dad.