when there’s not much else to do, i like to sit against the radioator and listen to Tracy (Kid Loco remix) by Mogwai and imagine.

i wander through my mind and my memories and wonder what’s happened to all the people i used to know, and how they’re doing.

perhaps it’s the cold and the dark, but i seem to be doing that a lot more often nowadays. i try and remember the last time i’ve seen so-and-so, and its usually such a long time ago that i can’t remember.

and sometimes i wish it was that time again when the three or four of five of us hung out at Gardens or playing mahjong or just chilling and playing cards in the cafe.

what happens when the friends you’ve made along the way somehow or other ended up on a different route? and when will the place and time come when our paths intersect once more and for that moment we can pretend that nothing else has changed?

there are so many people i’d love to call up and catch up with whose numbers i no longer have or never had in the first place.

shame.