tales from an ordinary world

2003-03-29b

"If I try to tell you how i feel
I'm scared I might disappear."
the mekons.

Look out the back of the tram - a cluster of lamplights below the stars. What exactly was I doing now ? A quick dinner before a night out. In the failing light at the tram stop, the dirty blue sky and its large, lone cloud seemed borrowed from a dusty lounge room painting. People were moving, laughing, going somewhere. I was standing still, again. Just this afternoon I'd stood in the same place on the railway platform for 10 minutes while people paced around me. I am not, after all, a caged animal. I'm freer then most people I know, yet I'm having trouble distinguishing myself, figuring out what makes me unique and/or valuable.