you all everybody

Am in a strange dream state. I blame the lack’o’sleep combined with the finishing reading Sandman: the Kindly Ones.
Right after I’d read the end we went grocery shopping. The supermarket was strangely empty with heaps of really good parking available in the best places. I walked through the fruits and vege numbly, collecting mushrooms.

People around me seemed to also be sleepwalking, there were an unusually high number of bumping-intos. Lee rammed a lady’s baby-carrying trolley and she gave him the Cold Glare of Death, but he ignored it. I trailed in his purposeful wake, feeling much more like Delirium than I normally do.

I saw things I don’t normally see, like the way that when you look at the rows of tomato sauce all sideways they sort of come towards you and ask you to knock them onto the floor. I looked for coconut jelly but you can’t buy it at Thorndon New World.
My spine feels out of kilter.

I blame this poem which has lodged itself in my brain. I found it online at this place. I can do that you know, if I want to.

“All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I’m gone
Flowers gathered in the evening,
Afternoon they blossom on;
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I’m gone”
~ Neil Gaiman, the Kindly Ones.
Tomorrow: Jenni rants about the shoes she hates.


4 thoughts on “you all everybody

  1. Supermarket madness! I spent 15 minutes in the EXPRESS LANE the other day. Know why? The bloody inexperienced operator had put a piece of cardboard over the infra-red reader, which meant of course nothing would scan, so SHE WAS TYPING IN THE BARCODES INDIVIDUALLY!!!!
    The muttering in the line was loud, especially from me. It didn’t do any good but it made me feel bitchier.

  2. I’m assuming you mean ‘where’ not ‘why’ the shoe rant?
    It’s up now anyway. I’m sure it will explain itself.

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