Monday, 23 August 2010

I'm thinking about writing, about the words on the page, black ink on off white. 80gsm, maybe more. Running the bath. Sitting on the edge, just starting at the white tiled walls. Tempted by the water around my toes. The cool ceramic. And the phone rings, and I'm listening to the ring, just listening. Ring.

Staring now at a the condensation on the mirror. The buds of the Peace Lilly. And something like twenty minutes pass and I'm just sitting in silence in front of a bath of water. Just sitting. Staring.


SpiritMountainGuy said...

You did get in, didn't you? Or did you remain there just staring??? Anything on your mind that you'd like to share, even privately? - V

Tim in the City of Angles said...

Sometimes, Toughie, I wonder if you're not turning into Proust, with ceramic vs cork lined walls.

Ben said...

I can't claim to have a great track record in enhancing the lives of those with whom I come into contact, but my offer of a drink / chat / walk / etc. remains very much open.