Here, Now.

It was about a year since I gave this blog a look. Blog? More like a plurge of instant non-thoughts. No-one ever plans to do things like this, but what it has has to be given. Ultra-violet, gamma-rays, bar-coded egg plants - all worth about a ten-bob to someone.

Screen

Computer screen, shows you what you want. When you want. "Whatever You Want". It makes me sneeze because its something you don't think about - everything you want, when you want.

After one, two bottles of cider, I'd rather be in bed. How can you sleep with whatever you want, whenever you want here, in front of you, on your screen?

Postroom

Gone to pick up mail that may or not be there. I hope there is at least one piece. One person that remembers me. Most likely a bank statement.

"Isn't funny how you went to a funeral yesterday, and today I'm going to Bury."

Its not what you want to hear at the postroom. Especially when you dont get any mail in return. Another day, another disapointment. It is wrong to send mail to yourself, when it makes you feel better? Just for a little while.

Floor

Its morning, but not early. I have seen sick on the kitchen floor. Sick that was not there when I looked before.

Now four weeks have passed, quickly and with little gained experience. The sick is still there, a little dryer and trodden in, but still there. On the floor. In my kitchen, in my kitchen.

Walking

Walking down the road, to the side of cars. Over the concrete made by machine. Plastic inserted, money is gained, time to walk back. To the exact place I came.

I have noticed three things. Three things that make this walk special. Different to the rest. A flikering lightbulb/a floating crisp packet/mud on a bin. To the exact place I came.

Walking back. To the exact place I came.