random journal excerpt from five years ago.

i had a dream at ten o'clock the random breakfast bar meanderings of an all you can eat buffet devouring the early morning diner life, had no intentions but it got early too suddenly and shook the hangover from my head like a shroud, resurrected. i retire to the personal matters at hand as all the old patrons walk limply from booth to bar piling french toast on top of scrambled eggs, bananas on the side, too tired to think too hard about life and not taking any notice of their environment. gently, at the wave of a hand and some ambiguous gesture the plates are taken away and i find my eyes wandering feet shuffling under the table wondering where i am and how i got here. there's a girl lying on the other side of my booth still asleep and i don't recognise her light settling over her cheekbones deep shadows and savage curves i look for a minute and then around the restaurant again servers avoiding eye contact and bringing out bottles of syrup, ketchup, tabasco. i notice a lit cigarette in each hand and laugh, sipping lukewarm coffee and trying to remember last night.