sitting on the train
trying to read the introduction to the 1967 translation of “The Pillow Book”
iPod playing…
two boys get on the train
young
Latino maybe, dark
I only see them out of the corner of my eye and can’t hear them
but the sit abnormally far apart to be talking to one another
yet I see their hands flailing
must be queens
I try and focus on reading
but the hands are really loud
i’ve never felt such a distraction
I glance up and look at them
of course
they are talking with their hands
still: loud and brash
I smile
and Morrissey is wailing away in my ears
some rare recordings I recently found in the web
I’ve always loved his voice
but this is the first time I hear how he sometimes just brays
brash and loud
maybe everything is just chafing today
I didn’t sleep well last night
woke today to a client ringing my bell
that I thought I had cancelled
worked for three hours
then set about cleaning and organizing the house
computer
preparing for the party tomorrow
I’d intended to leave at 4 or 5
I got out of the house about 10:45
after spending hours doing inane things
among which was looking for my quartz balls
which have dissappeared
færies?
.iP