that was cool

Saturday, May 27, 2006


Monkey's Forehead, morning after.

I'd call it breakfast but it's actually lunch, greasy food, a pint of coke each, window wide open, air, so much air, and a little bit of rain coming in.

A certain solidity there, the people you were with the night before are still here, they feel as hungover as you do but more importantly, they're there.

I realise I'm going away for five weeks, casting myself into something new, but we'll come back, see, we'll still be here.


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