When the lights come down
We know the words to expect
“Any last orders?”
The neighbors’ dogs bark
The harddrives spin down, sighing
My night is morning.
Night falls on tea leaves
An orange light counts the hours
Blank page before me
barely an hour / after the passing of rain / indiscernible
A Woody Allen / Pontianaks, local films / What is The Cathay?
A million pop songs / hell must be a shopping mall / but more depressing
Sunday Indian dinner
In a quiet restaurant
Outside: haircuts, crowds.
Blair Waldorf said No
‘Charade’ was not a Top Three
But it was for me!