tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-27b

How many ways did I try to sell the future, today ? I lost count. It's good to retain hope during a mid-week slump, after all. Faces across tables, across cubicles, faces slightly tilted as they listen to the words escaping my mouth. I've always had trouble looking at people as I talk to them - am I worried I'll be hypnotised, unable to concentrate on what I'm saying ? I can't remember, now. Maintain joviality. I waved somebody off this morning - "don't ask me now" - as I sat down to Fix Something, and it's the kind of gesture you regret immediately, but feel powerless to repair.