Filed under: outings
— one…two…three… clear…
after a full five days behind the same desk… I go out into the night to try and reclaim a small part of my life…
one boy reminds me I do not know him at all… i apologize… and buy another beer.
scenes change.
I’ve found a new backdrop but keep repeating the same action hoping somewhere I will find the energy that was sapped from me during the week. I think I’m finding it somewhere around 1:30am as those around me aplaud me back to my feet from an interpretative dance move that hit a new low.
scene change.
I’m now making pointless converstaion with the band i can no longer remember the name of.
i say my goodbyes satisfied that work has not stolen this night from me. i stumble home to an empty bed. bed’s calling – but i know the sparrows will get a head start on me tomorrow and that it’s probably best to beat them to it. I put a load of washing on, and perhaps do some dishes. Suddenly i realise that i’ve been running around, for like eight hours, and need to refuel. Put the grill on and begin to fix myself a feast suitable for a television king.
whooo. Moving so quickly. Could do with a quick lie down while my feast bakes.
wake up. the sparrows are well fed. go the bathroom. get to the kitchen realise that my stomach is devouring itself. decide to fix myself a feast.
— Shit! Fuck! The grill is still on.
realise that there’s ash flying around my head.
— SHIT. FUCK.
— Wait… He’s breathing. Hello, can you hear me.
