Fishing

Another thought arose, seemingly out of nothing. Isn’t that incredible? It appeared as such:

‘Like the bedsheets would crinkle in the nest of our love, I had hoped to watch your skin wrinkle, too.’

Yet to make its sense. I figured it is of death. I think I was listening to a sombre instrumental when it occurred. Music is good like that. I was also performing a task that required minimal effort. Also a good situation to be in.

Minds wander, I find, like a tourist in an unknown city. Not a city they’d planned to travel to, but almost as if they have stumbled upon it and are now investigating. If they arrive at the right time, in the right weather, the tourist can wander all day.