tales from an ordinary world

2000-08-30

"she hates songs that never seem to go away
and now neither will mine."
Fountains of Wayne

The Ana clone was on the tram again, presumably the one that freaked me out once before. It's easier to take these things calmly the second time around, especially when you're half-tuned-out after a long day at work that didn't really go anywhere much but then suddenly got busy as you were winding down and then just kinda fizzled, so I left the rest of my beer, killed the music and hopped on the tram to head home, where I saw her. Or someone very much like her, anyway - the same face, but maybe lacking some of that childlike wonder. I must admit, I've been extremely slack on keeping up with the real Ana. It's all my fault, indeed. It's easy to let things slide when they go and find better lives and better guys on the other side of the world. After all, I'm not the competitive sort, I've generally felt that I just have to accept my fate and get on with things. So I did. But while I was on the tram looking deep into that face, all the memories - both good and bad - were set free for a short amount of time. It didn't feel emotional at all, just...familiar.