tales from an ordinary world

2000-07-10

...and she said "I can't watch black and white films - I find it too hard to concentrate."

A walk for lunch, but the back streets around all these office buildings gives me no joy, nothing, just the cold wind and the bright sun. A snatch of conversation as I walk past two people standing around on the pavement - "that's what I did before I gave up." Endless traffic, the odd angry driver and nervous pedestrians. That subdued Monday feeling, back in the office.

My limited focus denies me the secrets of the new music I've been buying - I need more willpower to really dig into them, but I'm too tied up with other thoughts, other things. Everybody seems to hurt when I shut off like this. I never say enough in these situations, the words just won't come to me, and they're left to make up their own minds about what it is I meant. I'm sorry.