tales from an ordinary world

2002-04-16

I waited over half an hour, but I'd decided nonetheless to wait for the tram - I could, at least in one tiny way, try to cut back on past extravagance by not giving in and getting a taxi home. I wasn't in a hurry - there was nothing waiting at home for me to do, so I could stand here and listen to the sounds of occasional bursts of traffic passing by, and watch other passengers give up in disgust and look for a comforting yellow car to take them far away from this street full of work.