29 November 2012

Daze

Half hoping to find something in the middle distance but it’s just fag butts and bottle caps and other people’s conversations -

no that’s not right -

not hoping. Not anything. Just coming back to consciousness to find I was nowhere specific but maybe it was better there.

Not even imagining. 

It’s not at all unpleasant.

The occasional thought, an observation. Boredom prevails. Nothing is interesting.

Well at least I have never seen my town from this angle before. An alleyway I’ve never walked down, the slant of the sun -

but look: a gesture, a body, a desire, something waiting, willing linkages, subtraction is the opposite of addition, division is the opposite of multiplication.