always be strudel yourself

where in the name of god did a month go? vaguely: kicking uni, working, melblobs. more specifically: writing, guitar, repairing, despairing, introspecting, coffee, parties, dance offs, farewells, art, books, markets, ideas, exes, zines. the usual, i guess.

grove expectations 3 tonight. i read this:


I sit outside this shit so i guess that makes me a legend.

from where i sit it seems
that people stand on maps and fret
that they will trip down cliffs or streams
if they're not careful where they step

so they always stick to the marked paths,
the paved driveways and backyards.

and yet the paper rips, it tears
and folds beneath the safest lines
creating contours where the worried
walked before a thousand times -

these hordes gingerly tread their own trenches,
then turn around with, "see, the landscape is dangerous."

BAH.

if i could be bothered to get up i'd say, "smooth down your paper valleys! this place is just a map which is really just a coloured mat - and if you take off your shoes,
we can even play twister!"

but they probably wouldn't listen.