Saturday, March 01, 2003
I took a walk by the river, again. This time I passed the third bridge, too, and I laid myself down on a bench right under the fourth bridge. I looked at the clouds while listening to Belle and Sebastian, and it was lovely the way the clouds moved but really didn't, and seemed to beat and contract and expand with a pulse. On my way home I saw a father trying to untangle kite string from a bush for his little boy and it was amazing. My mother had asked me to buy garlic on the way home but I bought onions instead in my twee dreamland reverie, so I had to go back and the grocery store lady was not too happy.posted by styrene at 4:19 AM-comment?
