I am spending a long weekend in suburbia. Alone. But for the cat I am sitting. Usually I am not someone to miss anyone. As I busy myself with whatever, important or not. Little chores, little thoughts, little nothings. Cigarettes, food, papers, news, films, music, a coffee. You name it, I am busy with it and am always glad to be by myself. But boy, I do miss my man so bad this time. For today, I am through with shopping and ironing and cleaning and polishing shoes and the paper. Youtube saved me for a while, with Giant Sands music. But now the minutes become viscous. How am I to get through the night? Tomorrow at least I can go to work. And then even more long hours until I can expect him back.
Increment of love, Giant Sand