Simon, simon – good old simon, ticking away beneath the two unbrella trees. It’s hot and he needs some juice.
2 Hours July 23, 2009
I decide for now to give up putting a video player on my site, and wonder why… my auntie appears frightened of me, my grandma distant. Easy, they no longer like you. ‘Why?’ use to race around my head… perhaps this or perhaps that… but now… its plane old simple, its whether I like this old me! They probably know something you don’t – university does not equate to work!
I am not at peace now… peace…. piss… it rolls around at the moment. The air stinks too much now. Since I didn’t go to my ‘work lectures’ – very indicative perhaps, I will settle for some reading. 2 hours to go before English!
Tumbling over July 22, 2009
And oh… I tumble.
I’ve just eaten a banana, now I am considering a nutella sandwich. And my ears are tingling, water from the shower is seeping out. I imagine now at this intersection, a shiny surface of the self, where my pin pricks of emotion dance around, but never penetrate this hull.
I take deep breaths now, the layers of jumpers in conjunction with a hot shower is taking its toll. Heat is here, scattering all over.
Tomorrow echoes when I yell at it. I start ‘work place law’ and have my first English lecture. But tonight its more breathing, the lungs are going to work hard. I will forget these air sac machines very soon.
Where to now? To the kitchen!
