Last Week I Was Just Someone Who

If Nobody Speaks Of Remarkable Things, How Can They Be Called Remarkable?

Now That I've Had A Book Published, It Is Quite Validating, But A Bit Embarrassing.

All The Emails I Get These Days Start With Sorry But I've Been So Busy, And I Don't Understand How We Can Be So Busy And Then Have Nothing To Say To Each Other.

She Wonders If You Can Feel Nostalgic For Something Before It's In The Past, She Wonders If Perhaps Her Vocabulary Is Too Small Or If Her Chemical Intake Has Corroded It And The Music Goes Doowoah Doowoah.

It Is Something I Recognise In Myself. I Do Eavesdrop. I Do People-watch, A Lot.