tales from an ordinary world

2001-08-25

I can see the You Yangs from the porch, beyond the houses. Hours later, I'm in the same position, watching the little balls of sodium light amongst the darkness. It's all the same.

In between this, I manage to steal tiny moments to listen to parts of the 12 CDs I bought in the past 12 hours. But it's not really my weekend, as such - I'm mindful that it's not long before I'll be left with a handful of happy photos, a pile of instant messages, and the occasional distant voice on the phone.