sona

it's a tuesday. rushed home, walked past everyone on the train platform, in the tunnel, the bus exit. the protagonist in 'the shadow of the wind' has taken a tragic turn in the book, depressing me for a total of 8 minutes till i realise at the ATM that i bluddy 'ell need to withdraw money from another account. rushed home, folded up white pants, took broom and swept balcony furiously. then rolled pants further up thighs, mopped balcony madly. three times over.

then found myself cleaning the entire goddamn house, sweeping and mopping twice over. even the room.

i'm coming home, baby.