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February 08, 2006
Melting Pathways
There’s this piece of toilet paper suspended motionless in the toilet, and it looks like some kind of strange sea creature.
The plant next to my desk died months ago, so now it is essentially a stick in a pot, yet I find that preferable to removing it.
I wonder why so often I have trouble drinking water? I don’t really like it, most of the time. It’s like I’m forcing myself to because I know I should really drink more. I feel dehydrated often.
Of course there’ll be plenty of water to drink once I get to the Styx. Not much else to do stuck there on the shore, got no coin for the ferryman. No one much gets buried with gold nor coin these days.
This phrase ‘it was no picnic’ seems weird to me. It implies that having a picnic is easy. In my experience however, picnics are ‘no picnic’. It’s hard to organise everyone. ‘Hey mate – you wanna come on a picnic?’ ‘A picnic? No, not really dude. I’m a young trendy city type, I don’t really go on picnics.’
I like croissants again though.
I have this feeling that something big is going to happen soon, but I don’t know if it’s bad or good.
I’m blowing today off. I have lots to do, but really, fuck it.
Posted by Sam Bowring at February 8, 2006 01:04 PM