Activity 5.1

All the words just lost all meaning. Could no longer be articulated and deciphered to produce any real meaning. My textbook decided it no longer deserved me, ignoring it and whatnot.

Thursday night, St Kilda Library and I'm stuck on Introductory Accounting. Lets just be thankful I'll only ever have an introduction and won't be invited back to dinner, attend any weddings or panic when I can't remember birthdays. A blissful introductory acquaintance with a friend I could do without.

Sitting with the rejects, like myself, who depend on free internet, living arrangements which don't quite meet up with their own home's standards and the water chiller that's at such a purposeful height. It's more of a den for the strangers to meet at, ultimately how they would have twenty or so years ago when the air was more sweeter and opportunities were just that. Conversations erupt that could never be categorised by the dewey-decimal system or placed neatly on a shelf. But like these books, capture the imagination and the ear.

I know what tomorrow is. I tried, at least one could say. I really wish turning my back would actually happen. But I get to greedy and it's a perpetual lingering that tastes so sweet but clear to all but myself, burns when you expect it to rise. I really wish I could forget your name, or just believe that I did.