carpe diem

in the solitude of my top flat. finsbury park seems busy after a storm that turns the sky into a familiar pink-ruby. the amplifier is on. somehow is trying to keep me busy too. each seven inch, each standing position and a quick walk towards the needle. and towards that pop that keeps me busy. right beside me, a bottle of spanish wine and a non-baroque style. i put my wallet in the launderette and the sky should be blue.