The Airportline: Observations

You're like a book out of nowhere, being read all the time. It was the sound of Soundtrack of Our Lives, and I heard it on a Starbucks somwehere in Dublin. The sun managed to creep out of the clouds outside just about then. What does that exacly mean, a book out of nowehere being read all the time, I poundered while walking to a super market in Dublin's Dublin 4 area. Well behaved lawns and freshly cut tennis courts were resting in the setting sun and all seemed plesant. It is very plesant here in Dublin, people are plesantly drunk in the evening, talk plesantly when you ask where the night bus leaves (no one knows by the way) and the modern art museum is plesantly priced (free). I was gonna write something about all my balls of life being up in the air and that is why I have not have time to write. But I will not go into that analogy right now. I have a life to live and tomorrow it will take me to some kind of scenic lake. If the bus is on time that is, and so far, zero percent of the busses in this city has been on time. Hamburgers by the way. The whole city smells like hamburgers. Somewhat unsuspected.