tales from an ordinary world

2001-05-03

Well, I got something, not the whole thing, but in any case I don't know where it should go to just yet.

I am not a television.

It's hard to remember how much we really talked, or what we talked about, any of us. But what was there to talk about ? All my pointless anecdotes. I had no future plans then, and I don't now. In my own kind of way, I tried to be a helpful advice-giving person, but it's hard to feel like I did it. Now I just remember disjoint moments - good and bad and indifferent. We get what we deserve.

Send me those pretty, blurry lights again. A particular, fleeting kind of happiness. Just for a moment or two. It'll do for now.