beats

i've started writing again. i figure, if sorren has a few new pics - i should have a few new words. the downside, is having a headfull of stuff and not enough time to write it down... or a boss, sitting to the right of me.


it has been a long week > finger scanning, radiators for small island living, a head ache, foundation on collars (not my own)... (ha, a pet hate), golf, editing, j'adore nut slices.

i have a phone full of saved bits...

* the women are impressed by him. the books he brings on to the trains. the way he reads them, running his fingers over the lines, stopping and looking at the chapter pages for minutes at a time. not knowing that he cant read a word. that he loves the lines, the font, the way, there is never a word on its own at the top.
* when you can name it - its yours. whethers its a pet, an illness or a boy.
* the train was still. quiet. dark. i wondered whether we had been stopped because the world beyond the tunnel had been destroyed.
* it's a moment that grounds you. when you realise that you have only ever cried once for something unselfish. not old enough to understand why. the effect. not jaded or blinded by the past.