hazy midnight commentary on an urban adventure:

an old photo from an old issue of vogue that i really like. few days left to get the perfect shots. ika, salmon, ebi fry, beef soba, chinmi, green tea. japanese food date. blurbs and commentaries. sending snail mail and looking for francoise hardy for a secret something. voila and mon amie la rose. fifty-cent ice cream cones, sitting on a bench observing escalator-people. happy yogalites versus happy desert blokes. we are happy where we are. no need for banal comparisons of the magazine injections of assumed templates for modern life junkies. borders for book smells - in the presence of paper, a palatte of things and people for us to prolong our evening. city girl on a city date with a city boy. urbane brown leather shoes. "what is your favourite opera" - "madama butterfly" - "then i got to get you that box set of la boheme and misc. must-hears for christmas". you're above me and beside me and behind me like a completion. a tour around tangs [souce of chic pointy-toe which i have forgiven for initial pain and resolve to break it in] and wonderings of departmental store magic and pretty organisations for consumer bliss. customary walk to the train station with customary goodbye ritual with customary longing looks of the night gone by. "i love you cos when we're together, it's like magic", so says the musican dude with romantic and bright eyes.

so can i awake in the morn before the too-bright sun shines to splash the laps? grit my teeth, i must.