it may be well into the afternoon but i am still enjoying my favourite breakfast. there is something very humble and faintly european about cold buttered toast and milky tea that sets me at ease. like that old woman on the subway with the powdery face and the same clothes she's worn for the past 40 years.

i've always been curious about the elderly that way. the things they choose to wear, the music they choose to listen to. it's all from when they were about my age... a little older... it causes one to ask, what do the retirement homes of the future hold? do people's sensibilities, their likes and dislikes, soften and lighten with age or will we be playing electro when we're 80?

today is the first day in about a week that we have gotten some sweet release from the sweltering city heat - it has been like living inside someone's mouth. but the wind has moved in and pushed the humidity out and it makes me want to take a walk down by the water, which i think i'll do later on today. i always enjoy when weather really effects city living. especially the wind - the light underside of leaves, ladies skirts. my fellow urbanites will do anything they can to pretend that weather isn't happening to them, all of them walking straight-backed, head up, don't flinch, they aren't so neither should you. anything possible so as not to interact with their environment. they are masters of their domain, you know. but seeing people forced into walking diagonally through the wind, hair everywhere, bags and briefcases and purses with minds of their own, clothes plastered around bellies and skirts threatening to swallow the top halves of their owners... it's lovely. nature: 1, city... well, city: about 1 529 855. but who is keeping score, anyway?


the comforters - i want to rock (expired)