Tuesday, September 10, 2013


  1. I wish I could remember to never tense up my shoulders when working.
  2. I wish to never bore of eating the same food, or of walking the same route.
  3. I wish to be the gentle breeze on a hot muggy day.
  4. I wish to be the guitar at end of Thom Yorke's despairing wail.
  5. I wish to be ice, cool.
  6. I wish I knew how Eddie came up with so many!

Monday, September 2, 2013

Whatever Happened to Those Times?

He is standing at the traffic light, waiting to cross the road. He has headphones in his ears, a cigarette in one hand and a 4-D ticket in the other. He feels the ticket in his hand. He is angry that he never wins. He lets the ticket fall to the pavement. I tap him on the shoulder and tell him that he has dropped something.

He smiles briefly, sheepishly, but it disappears instantly. He looks down, away, and says, "It's ok". I suggest that he pick it up. He turns away and concentrates hard on the traffic signal. He strides across the road when the green man appears.

I pick up the ticket and throw it in the rubbish bin not 10 metres away.