outside of cyberspace

too many hours in cyberspace and i figured i should venture into reality (reality? noooooo!) walked up to the library, where the magic eye to open the doors wasn't working from the outside, so there was a cluster of people waiting for someone to be coming out. the whirrrr kachunk sound; the doors slowly inch open; the eager visitors surge forward, pushing in between the slowly opening doors, mowing the old man down, trampling him under foot. i think the council might need to look at the doors.

sainsburys, packed as it's saturday afternoon. the PA announcer thing kept going off "contract cleaner to aisle 13, contract cleaner to aisle 13" "azim to desk 56 please, azim to desk 56. " then the chick doing it got the giggles. "this is a staff annoucement, please could lucky go to the kiosk - lucky to-" she broke off and there were two seconds of uncontrollable giggles, a whine of feedback and a sudden click as the announcer was turned off. obviously saturday afternoon was too much for her. and yes "lucky to the kiosk" was actually what she said.

passed a small girl quietly singing to herself, "i hear thunder, i hear thunder" and i was instantly in the infant school hall with miss morris sat at the piano and twenty five other six year olds. then someone almost ran me over with a trolley and i was back in 2004 in a busy supermarket. it was very strange.

this f-log thing is becoming a bad habit; i stopped so suddenly to take a photo someone almost walked into me.

i walked past a woman carrying a tray of brownies a couple blocks from home. i wanted to grab the tray and make a run for it. i controlled that urge.

placebo on the radio doing a cover of that pixies' song, Where Is My Mind. not bad.