tales from an ordinary world

2002-09-12

The burden of various responsibilities is casting a bit of a shadow at the moment. I feel busy, and a little rushed. Not as much time for music as usual. North Melbourne streets this evening are traffic, street lights and darkness. I need to walk for a while, to ground myself. When I reach the station and hop on the 7pm to the south-south-east, the carriage is awash with laptop or PDA users - a telltale glow mixed with a constant screen stare. It's over soon enough, I feel uncomfortable contributing to that sort of thing, though I did. I could tram home from the station, but walking's all I can allow myself now. No stopping for food, either, it'll ruin my momentum - I can eat when I get home, though my mouth is dry. When the white tower's in view, all lit up in the night, I know I'm nearly home.