Passing time
I was awoken by a phonecall at about quarter to 2 this afternoon, after having fallen asleep at 6am. Conversation stole the hours. It's been so long since I've seen the morning hours beyond the first timid glow of the rising sun and lightening sky.
I remain strangely compelled to browse the bookshop on campus, as ever. I pick up novels I want to read, yet my relative poverty and reading lists oblige me to resist, for now. I dropped a shopping bag containing wine, vodka and this month's Empire magazine near the Engineering section. Thankfully they were sturdy bottles, one of them wasn't even mine.
I am now quietly singing along to The Beatles and reading the livejournal of a stranger. Their daily life somehow catches my attention. So unlike mine, yet with glimpses and snatches of familiarity. I want to catch a train south and wander through Mile End with a school friend.
I remain strangely compelled to browse the bookshop on campus, as ever. I pick up novels I want to read, yet my relative poverty and reading lists oblige me to resist, for now. I dropped a shopping bag containing wine, vodka and this month's Empire magazine near the Engineering section. Thankfully they were sturdy bottles, one of them wasn't even mine.
I am now quietly singing along to The Beatles and reading the livejournal of a stranger. Their daily life somehow catches my attention. So unlike mine, yet with glimpses and snatches of familiarity. I want to catch a train south and wander through Mile End with a school friend.