tales from an ordinary world

2002-01-30

A fairly dark but not unfriendly room. The male and female toilets, upstairs, share a sink, with a plughole right where there's a very small area of wall missing. Nice art, on the wall - metal casts of pregnant bellies, the ceiling - aircraft in one square, trilobite-shaped things in another, and so forth. I'd taken in just enough random context earlier in the day to be able to spot the CD they were playing (Talvin Singh's OK). A beer. There's a narrow doorway down one end, to stare through and watch the bright world pass me by. By the second beer I'm ready to read for a while, and then it's time to go, back into the fading sunlight. I don't really want to go, because I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.