Looking for fragments that make sense in an incomprehensible world.
Saturday, 1 September 2012
And some days
you sit behind the steering wheel of somebody else's car and drive (for what seems like miles, oh wait, it was miles, OK, for what seems like tens of miles, oh wait, it was tens of miles, for what seems like hundreds of miles, oh wait, NO, it wasn't hundreds of miles). And you arrive somewhere you haven't been so long that it has aged and turned all brownish and worn out in your memory.