tales from an ordinary world

2003-03-09

Empty shopping strip on a Sunday morning, apart from a few wanderers. Good French Toast, but. Fight the rain in my second-choice shoes. All these new places that don't really look different, they're just new arrangements of the same old shops. But perhaps it's the weather talking. I've moved from one monster suburb to another. Walking distance to a racecourse, both times, though I've never been.