to hinder the discoloured calm clock

the alarm clock beeped. nooo i heard myself whine.
i need to shop i thought as i worked my way through a pile of clothing, most of them similar items, in a varying discoloured black. stockings, skirt, tshirt, cowboy boots, jacket. done. no time for breakfast. i imagined him saying it was only a matter of time till i got grumpy and an unfamiliar calm washed over me.

on the train there was a poster - part of the moving melbourne exhibition - the first caption, a poem about a moth. a bad poem, but my distaste was instantly hindered when i continued to read. under such a wide sky, how can narrow minds exist? the words of a melbourne-based graphic designer. i smiled, inspired and typed the quote into my phone. i thought of him.

today - there was something worth getting up for.