Saturday, 26 September 2009

Won't Someone Stop This Train

There's a point in the middle of one's weekend when one fully immerses oneself in its freedom.

Somehow seeing or buying something associated or related gives solidity to memory or the illusion of making something better.

And the conversation yesterday with Daryl and Paul was amazing. Better than chocolate, alcohol and that other thing.

Wanting to go, yet always thinking of coming back. Coming back to you.