gullpian

today's been an awkward day in a little village east from here. i didn't mean to, but i burnt my right arm. it was not the purpose of being in such a tiny place and i say tiny so often. a man came up to me and wanted to talk all about bicycles and australia. he said it, i, must be lonley. he surprised me with his traveled life and well-bred way of conversing. he never wanted to leave although he meant to twice. he'd torn down a wall to fit his pool table and many other thing said a lot about him too.

but the happening outside this teeny grocery shop, was me having staff made coffee with two handsome police men saying "so, why are you here, in this tiny village?" unfortunately or luckily not to me but to the mysterious man half sleeping on a stool. i had another scene in my head than the one occuring. and "do you have a friend who can act?" those were the most peculiar questions i could imagine from these two blue men. maybe should i stop being so prejudiced.

a girl passed by with a comb in her hand. she ran and skipped, but whenever she lifted the comb towards her long, very blonde hair, she walked. and she continued running. i thing i need to do something about that. and i also miss that, when one run without any special purpose.