Tales From The Town #198: The Motorbikeists

They streamed into town, one sunday afternoon, and occupied the car park as if it was their own. Then they all streamed out of town, that same sunday afternoon, an hour before dusk.

It was like a dream, or a fever. There was no way to tell if they’d ever even been there. By the next morning even the discarded chip wrappers were gone.

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Notes:

1. Written on October 16th, 2024

restriction

the internet is getting smaller
locked down
and locked in
keeping us all as far apart
as it can

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Notes:

1. Written on November 11th, 2024

inertia

i have things to do
that i am not going to do

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Notes:

1. Written on November 9th, 2024

Tales From The Town #197: The Sad Clown

The sad clown wasn’t sad at all. His frown was painted on, and his tears were all for show.

No one trusted a happy man. Smiles, good cheer, friendliness, it all made everyone feel uncomfortable. It just wasn’t worth the hassle.

So now he lived his lie
all alone
in the silence and solitude
of his own happy home.

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Notes:

1. Written on October 16th, 2024