Ample make this bed

As fate would have it, suddenly there's two of them. Both tall, both beautiful, both a bit... insecure? Both, as it seems, attached to me. Unaware that they're sharing me.

Here I am. An imaginary fag hanging out of my gob, I'm neither Bogey nor Bebel. Just a tosser who has to toss one of them at his earliest convenience.

Will act sharp. Look and be sorry. All's fair in love and war.

Or, if my dirty old soul would handle such turn, I could ditch them both and start fresh and clean.

Nonsense, of course, that was just a thought. Sigh. Sigh.

Yoshinoya

Dead tired. Silently walking home and buying something to eat along the way. Closing the doors behind me, falling on the sofa. Having a sip of JB, looking at high-rise shadows from the balcony. Music — maybe something very ambient, very eighties. Eno.

Teriyaki chicken, chopsticks, green tea. And snoozing off.

Cannot forget that place, I even remember the click of the doors, the colour of the carpet, the sound of the sofa as I was diving in. Some days are much more difficult than others. And longing, it fills me head to toe.