tales from an ordinary world

2001-03-17

she says, can't you hear the city that's hidden in there ?
it's just another mile...
The Church.

We got to the hip, inner-city cafe that has wonderful corn bread (among other things), but it was full, so we wandered around for a while, coming back and joining the group of people waiting for a Table, the most hallowed of objects, at least for the time being. And eventually, we got to sit by the window. The rain and wind raged outside, people hurrying off to somewhere or other, somebody parking a huge car carelessly in the side street, almost blocking anybody who wanted to get past. A woman with her hands full of little things had to squat down in the side street to try and light her cigarette. The musical instrument shop across the street was finishing its stocktake sale, but I didn't get around to going - I have enough other objects I've bought but never used...Upstairs, also across the street, were some prices for flights to various South American destinations. Inside, the other patrons talked over the slightly "doof"-y music, meeting, kissing, departing, chatting, and generally looking better dressed and like they belonged here - they looked generally at ease.