tales from an ordinary world

2002-02-26

In the bar/cafe it's all "...and he said...so she said...and then I said..." "...did you want any food ?" "...so the mouse moves between both screens...large flat-panel monitors..." "...a thousand here..." "...five seconds is all it'd take..." Facing the window, I watch countless people walking their dogs past the closed or closing shops. The asphalt pavement isn't really my scene, but then, neither's this place today, the music's too fast and too wrong. I wanted to relax. I'm trying to turn this negativity into something useful. It's hard work.