tales from an ordinary world

2002-01-07

It's silly really, but it felt a little bit like coming home. Open the door, and a familiar face is fiddling with the curtains. The floor stands out. Everybody says hello, and asks how I've been.

It's my quiet place, especially in the mornings. The world outside is green and leafy, and a bit beyond that it's asphalt and tram lines and concrete and glass and people. I'm letting it all wait.