tales from an ordinary world

2002-08-13

Roving for food. Sing me to sleep. Why did I expect to find anything interesting in Chapel St tonight ? Raindrops dance on the road, in front of the oncoming traffic. I know where I'm headed, now.

Flashing lights and print shops. Pharmacies and petrol stations. Trams returning home. People clutching their umbrellas. The voice I never had, but once thought I might be creating - it's slipping from my hands, now.