It came from the ph
Ten thousand people in a seething, roaring mass. In the centre of which, I am an island. The novelty of wandering sixth on your own fades after about seven minutes, so the second day becomes monotonous. Six dollars cover for a band my grandmother would have found lame. Handing out multiple rags for liquid inclusion, but they're not taking hold.

With the drear of the everyday, the face upon face of stories I'll never know, I wander aimlessly. My index and thumb trace the lack of vibration as I hopefully enter venue after venue. A vague outline of someone I think I recognize appears, but disappears before I have a chance to focus. I continue on my path, trying to remember what it was.

What I would not give for the off-center smile or the downward eye roll. Neither to be seen tonight. Thoughts reflect back to the back of the hand covering the mouth as a unintelligible sound comes from the reddened face, but I know that is far away, and will never be seen again. All three set sail long before I lifted anchor. Tonight is like any other night, and tomorrow is to be expected. For the first time in my life, I wish the next weekend wasn't long.

Is drinking alone in a crowd better than simply drinking alone?

I bought new shoes today. They are brown.

.. Two weeks until the proxy L-B. It's not coming soon enough, and hopefully I'm not expecting too much.