Frozen draughts and colours
Jan. 6th, 2003 08:24 pmI step across the pavements, and every slab has a puddle-shaped ice covering in the middle of it. Frosty patterns, like frozen draughts on an iced up draught board.
I stand at the bus-stop, feeling cold, and thinking about the person who froze to death waiting for a bus, when a building was only a few minutes away. They just thought the bus would appear at any moment, just like I keep thinking the bus will appear.
Colours keep popping into my head. Adam asked me to name 20 colours the other day, and ever since then, new ones keep appearing.
I stand at the bus-stop, feeling cold, and thinking about the person who froze to death waiting for a bus, when a building was only a few minutes away. They just thought the bus would appear at any moment, just like I keep thinking the bus will appear.
Colours keep popping into my head. Adam asked me to name 20 colours the other day, and ever since then, new ones keep appearing.
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