Sunday, May 28, 2006

Lost, guessing and hot sugar.

1. When the tops of buildings disappear in the mist.

2. Guessing at the life stories of people in the street.

3. The smell of hot sugar on the pier.

Castle Street, fan and melting.

1. I am staring at the meal deals in the minimarket when I realise that what I really want here is a coffee and a sandwich made in front of ...