In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
-Ezra Pound
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
-Ezra Pound
yeah, i’m pretty sure that’s always true. so, as natalie tran put it when she was making excuses for not having made a lammingtons video yet, “i’m like a real friend, i promise things i don’t deliver.”
i was sitting yesterday on my balcony, smoking a cigarette. this, of course, made me feel awfully guilty, which dredged up all the other things about which i feel guilty. amongst that myriad of infractions was the fact that i hadn’t followed through with my new year’s resolution, and that it hadn’t even taken too long for the disruption to occur. so i made myself a promise, yesterday, sitting on that balcony. starting tomorrow (now today) the daily lovelies would return, to spread joy to my mum and brother, and sam, who are the only people who read my blog. it’s cool guys, i’ve got you covered.
editor’s note: i don’t know what a lammington is, dude, she still hasn’t made the video.
i currently owe the sweet girl downstairs a dollar twenty five. my debit card, as i was attempting to purchase a coffee, responded that my limit had been exceeded. limit? what limit? the limit that states that only lets me withdraw or spend a maximum of a thousand dollars in one day without having to visit a teller? it’s $1.25… did you mean insufficient funds? you CAN’T have meant that, because the funds AREN’T insufficient. i’m not speculating here, mr debit card; i just checked.
hmm. what a mystery.
the girl behind the counter was super nice, and said, “you come back and pay later, it’s ok.”
they finally came! WOOT!!