tales from an ordinary world

2002-04-21

By the time I get to Balaclava, the grey's given way to blue. I'm trying to acclimatise myself to this new cafe. Everywhere I go I see couples drifting happily about. Meanwhile, I've got a head full of pedal steel, bending like the trees.

Later, I'm eating dinner in the window of a place called Tusk, in a street of bars and cars. I let myself eat a piece of cake afterwards, but it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped, after so long without dessert. I guess this change in my appetite over the past few months is a one-way street.