Sunday, October 09, 2005

surrounded... anonymous.

its strange how the days you feel the most alone are the days you're surrounded by people. there's probably thirty people within five metres of me. nobody knows who i am. you've got your usual fat middle aged couple; her wearing a matching nylon skirt and blouse and him in a polo with sneakers and socks halfway up his calves. the family on holidays - a snotty toddler, two annoying boys and a girl stuck in the middle looking fed up but used to it in matching bikini and pink thongs with fake flowers. the shirtless german tourist's walked away, which is a shame, replaced by a gaggle of boys ranging from ten to a tall twelve- or thirteen-year-old who slouches, trying to be invisible, but who'll be pulling more girlfriends in a few years time than the short chubby loud ones with caps and aviators ever will. ugly brits in waisted shorts and reef sandals, and victorians. they look like locals, but with big hats and industrial containers of thirty plus. sometimes they're kiwis. you can pick the lack of tan, but ou can't tell until they speak.

and then there's me. sitting at a table outside the icecream shop, just watching the world go by.

she. just me.

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