solitary_summer | (no subject) (Reply)

can i kill the piano playing person? now? please?
10pm, 9am... they sure are dedicated.

crawled out of bed, biked to the market to get my weekly ration of apples.. there's a row of locust trees in flower along one road, and the scent's incredible... overpowering, almost too sweet, almost out of place on a sunny may morning right here in the city. somehow to me it's a scent better suited to the night...

my bike's front tyre is flat. :: sigh :: at least i can get the lights fixed at the same time... long overdue, too.

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yesterday: there are those days at work when there isn't much to do, time has ground to a standstill and 8hrs seem like eternity. a breeze outside, but the air hot and never stirring inside, and all you're feeling is trapped.
when i'm alone i can at least be quietly depressed & read a book, when i'm with my boss or any of the other co-workers i can bitch, snark & whine, maybe go for a walk, leave earlier, but paula i don't know well enough, (& am not sure i'd like even if i did; it's not entirely her fault, it's just that we have nothing whatsoever in common and that she's too young and optimistic to understand my sense of resignation and desperation), have to be polite and talk to her, even if i have no idea what about. 20 can be so young sometimes...

late in the afternoon the heat finally broke with a bit of a thunderstorm and some rain, but nothing really satisfactory. stepped out to stand in the rain only to feel just a bit alive, connected.

for mother's day Kenzo have covered a whole square near my workplace with red paper poppy flowers to be picked today... when i biked home there were puddles of red collecting among the rain slicked cobble stones...