Listening to: Jon Secada & Shanice - If I never knew you

A New Year
Amazing how things can take on totally different dimensions in a new year. It all started yesterday (or rather, Tuesday) when I woke up and just decided I won't come on-line for a long time... maybe it's just a momentary thing - I still went ICQ for a couple of minutes to clear up some loose ends and stray messages. But it just suddenly seemed totally unnecessary for me to keep in touch with the latest football news or to entertain myself with digital pets. Hmm. Let's see how long this would last... not having to bother with a ton of junk mail is a luxury of sorts - no-one seems to send personal stuff anymore.

Darkness
I look forward to night now, every day. It provides some solace for me, a quiet refuge, a thoughtful time. If I'm home, usually the only indulgence I allow myself is the lamp beside my bed, switched on and bathing a part of my room in a cold, semi-surreal light. Shadows from the tree in my neighbour's garden, just out of sight from my room window, plays across a wall, and in a strong wind, it seems like a mad ghost let loose and frolicking about. If I'm out, I'd wander slowly home, sometimes stopping by the petrol kiosk outside and flipping quietly through the pages of whatever magazine lies displayed on the rack, and later, lost in thought, I drift slowly home as the waters in the canal alongside me lie still and calm. The moon usually hangs high above, and lazy clouds swirl past it.