tales from an ordinary world

2002-02-25

Silver moon beckons. I could've gone out, to watch, listen, take pictures, but monday weariness got the better of me. There'll be other times.

"We always want what we don't have," I explained to a friend. "That's why we'll never be happy."

It's time to reform my carefully constructed rituals, many of which were put aside for 11 days. Right now, though, I've been sipping soup and feasting once more upon a friend's fragments of enjoyment, all seventy minutes and fifty three seconds of it.