The ghost in the shell
“They’re gonna be laughing about thisThey’re gonna be dancing round
It’s gonna be so good
So good”
Bus just manouvered past me. The NX from Norwich. Once it would have been me, escaping. A young man of 23, head full of ideas – off on a two week contract in the big city. I used to help run a magazine called “Big City, Bright Lights” about 13 years ago...written about Norwich. The irony...
“Maybe I didn’t truly love you”
I can’t do anything other than think of the word “didn’t” in that sentence. He never usually uses words carelessly.
“And all the time the light is changing, and he keeps painting”
I am in a hole. I am lost. Rich chatted to me this morning. Funny how they come flooding back after I split up with someone yet weren’t really there before. Ah well. Rich is broken about Jim, I’m broken about Chris, at least we both get hugs. Kris sent me mail yesterday asking if I was ok. João gave me hugs and kind words. It all washed over me like water off a stone. All I could focus on is that little red MSN icon telling me how fucking stupid I’d been to hurt the one I love.
I hate all this. Probably going to see Rich or David tonight if I can, take my mind off it.
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