tales from an ordinary world

2003-07-20

I walked through the streets of North Melbourne, waxing lyrically in my head about a few drunks I'd seen swaying in the midday wind. Ten minutes later I was sitting outside a cafe feeling like a dark shadow was hovering over my body, squeezing my stomach and rubbing sleep back into my head. She drove me home and I slept and slept and slept. Where did the weekend go? I can still feel its grip, ever so occasionally, around my gut. What's going on?