tales from an ordinary world

2000-09-12

"A change is as good as a smile," said the guy to some girl from upstairs who's just dyed her hair. Light rain falling down over cigarette smoke curling up to the heavens. I think about saying "hey, you coulda had some of my orange, you know", but I don't know them all that well, and it usually seems better/easier to keep quiet, just take it all in and observe. A lot goes through these eyes, these ears, and into this head - stored away in corners, under piles of more frequently used information, until some random occurrence brings them up to face me again.

"Silence is golden, especially on a friday afternoon," said my form master back in my second year of high school, making some kid write it out as a few hundred lines. At the end of high school, we went back to the junior school to see all our old teachers one last time, but this teacher didn't remember me. I was too excited to be finally leaving high school to worry about feeling betrayed. It just didn't seem to matter.

Random chance discoveries, emails from friends overseas I rarely hear from, each one placing another small piece into the larger puzzle - all these things remind me that life's still interestingly weird, although it's only being weird near me rather than weird to me. But I should be careful what I wish for...