Lunchtime stroll = ugly couples, prams pushed by youth, smell of corn on the cob,eyebrow maintenance, baklava.
Dull train update: man who looks squeezed at both ends, like an accordion, with glasses, a lucozade bottle half empty, lady appears perplexed by a crossword clue (but it may be sudoku).
Clouds outside seem to cover the black to white spectrum.
Dull train update: a sign, a lyric repeating itself ‘an even cash flow: this cannot be underrated’, the cranking of metal the smell of meat.
Left foot, loose lace
and canned laughter follows him everywhere but he feels nothing, inside he is empty, save from a series of ropes and pulleys that control his movements.
The parents are being pushed in the swings by their offspring, grown men in nappies crushed up in bulging prams. Cats eating dogs. Humans shitting on pigeons. It’s all a bit weird today.