Kid in Stationery Shop, Hong Kong
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,
Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
Endless duplication of lives and objects.
And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces.
Theodore Roethke
Kid in Mouse Shop, Hong Kong
Bored Kids on the MTR, Hong Kong
Going through tunnels, squiggling around underground and watching bored kids on the MTR.
Listening to Belle & Sebastian.
A. I will throw a fit if we don't get there this year.
Sarah - 06/02/06"'
I dreamt I had to go to mars.
I’m always kidding on about going to mars for the day
But faced with the reality of it, in a dream, I was terrified.
And it wasn’t going to be like a moon trip
There was three of us going, but we couldn’t all go on the same ship
We had to go one at a time with a day between us.
I had to go first, and it was the thought of passing through all that black space
All the darkness with nothing in it, and then being the first one to land there, all alone... I knew it was supposed to be all dark around, with just a red surface
But what if I got there and it was light, all civilised and populated and stuff?
So I made a plan.
The other astronauts were going to be my dad and my sister
And my dad would come first after me
So I decided when I landed I would just stay in my seat until he got there
And then we could get out together and have a look around
And see what sort of things were there.
And when I woke up and I was lying in the darkness, I thought I had landed.
And I just lay still for a while, waiting for my dad to get there too.