involuntary reminiscences

I could be sitting in a cafe, with the plates clattering as I’m supposed to be reading a book. Or I’m out with a friend – the evening is abnormally brisk as it’s always been the past few months and there’s a lull in conversation as we stare at the trees in the dark. There’s this gap for the mind to intervene in the rivers of should-do, must-say, coordinate what’s being seen,…