Wednesday 24th July.

Watching hordes flee up New Station St a legion. Back they return. When will they shake their heads? Damned. Back to the telly, the food, the bed to copulate and argue. Headphones and bowed down.
"It's so annoying" cries another waste of DNA. Where are we all going: nice and brown "gutted". Dog and beggar on the corner. Usual nonsense. Ubiquitous Vans. Black and white and slaved upon. Some tattoos and ripped jeans, done for fashion and not as an effect of the drudge. The human race needs shaking soon. Otherwise it's really a banal end? Not with a bang but a whimper.

Observation. It's one of my functions. To watch and freak. Listen and wonder. Wait and wait and wait. Never in line, but crenellated. We only wear clothes because without them the boredom would drive millions to suicide. The veneer of humanity began with a leaf and ends with hipster's!