19th August. Summer is coming to an end, but I've got the feeling it hasn't already started. Tiredness and boredom join forces causing lack of inspiration. I'd rather not write, but I can't. I must do it, or I'd be betraying myself.
Pic by Francesca Woodman
I crossed the doorstep and think:
(I look like a million bucks)
Later, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green, I see the prettiest girl with a perfectly studied outfit. She must think I look like crap (!)
Stuck in the middle with you - Steve Miller Band
