Dear Darkness.

I take off my boots. And I wonder. Its so sunny outside. why am I inside? this darkness. maybe its cos pj harvey is on and its that time of day... but still. i wonder. the industrial sounds of building sites are reverbarating in my ear, along soothing synth notes. and its a monday, and WYS on a sunday just seems so wrong. because its a monday. and things are serious on mondays. stern faces on the tube. all those jackets. where are you going? why the rush.. can u stop and think, for a second..about where you are. in this crazy spaceship tinned beans space and going. where are you going? but who am i to say. mondays are the serious talk. the beginning of what society calls sobriety. when no one is kind. and those outside this vicious circle of mondays feel like intruders on the train. smiling. but guilty and wondering whether they should get into the monday thing. because everyone does. and its what you're supposed to do, right? can we function any other way? can monday be a sunday really. its hard to process. no matter how much u want it. it just feels wrong. and that voice of reason is scary actually, becauase it makes you realise just how encoded you are.