Tuesday, July 28, 2015


Trying to find a way to the station. Somewhere like Hammersmith, Fulham Palace Road. Leaving a room, closing the door. To one side a dead end. The other way, corridors that lead to other corridors and turnings.


We go into a shop on the way to a concert, and the person I know points out where things are. But then they leave and I'm at the counter, behind which is a wall of many shelves with many boxes. And the shopkeeper, who is not even around (probably in a back room) is waiting for me to learn what I'm after.


The bar is crowded before the show. We try to get a place to order. The person I'm with gets in before me, further down the bar. By the time I am about to order my own drink, they are gone.


People I don't know, whose faces I never even see. Two women try to French kiss me at the same time, one on each side. I'm not sure if I know them or not.

Saturday, July 04, 2015

Prickly cucumber

Homegrown cucumber
It has lots of little cactusy prickles on it. You can see the flower still at the bottom of it. Here is another flower with a cucumber starting.

This is how they start.
Thanks to my sister S. for the plant.