tales from an ordinary world

2001-07-19b

"with every mile
another piece of me
peels off and whips down the road"
Smog

I can't work it out. Just like the other day, I'm on my way home from the tram stop and I walk past the japanese garden in the town hall, into the carpark, and I almost feel defeated, like it's all over, like I should just give up and go home. By the time I get in the door, it's gone. But where did it come from ?