these are a few

friday night after a 21st, i am walking to the trainstation.  a dirty industrial twilight with streetlights already on.  it is cool, not too warm.  i whistle snatches of the cowboy bebop soundtrack, mostly the almost tuneless tunes spike wanders around whistling.  this is an amazing experience.

playing hackey-sack in a best friend’s front yard and pulling-off heroic moves and saves.

writing rare and good pieces in my diary (the other one)

silence in my grandmother’s hospital ward.