MONDAY: Wake up. Too early. Go back to sleep. Wake up. Too late. Shower fast. Dress. Rush down some food. Leave the house. Catch a bus. Catch a tube. Sit at a desk and enter some numbers. Eat. Fill in forms. Share a few words. Leave. Catch a tube and a bus home. Chat with housemates, eat, watch some TV. Play a little guitar. Read. Stare at a screen. Type. Delete, regret, undo delete. Eyes begin to ache a little. Stop. Undress. Brush teeth. Lie in bed in the dark. Think. Get up. Turn light on. Scribble down something that won't seem half so clever in the morning. Turn light off. Turn. Think. Sleep.
TUESDAY: Abstracted day, not really feeling like I connect. I've seen people, but it felt just like seeing, not like I was touching them. It was a cold night but I walked home anyway. The streets were dead - quiet and old, stained with light. I passed a pub. People were playing pool. That seemed weird to me.
WEDNESDAY: A clear, cold day. There was a moment where the sun burst through the clouds causing the bathroom in which I was taking a mid-afternoon soak to glow with a nigh-on heavenly radiance.
THURSDAY: "Many deeply personal and highly sincere thanks for your application. It falls to an anonymous me to announce to you through the means of this brief and standardised template that your work has been given due consideration by numerous bureaucrats and mandarins who, in their wisdom, have not seen fit to smile upon you. You may be irritated to note that the standard of the candidates was very high, so you just didn't really make the grade. Best wishes for your future career."
FRIDAY: Drunk. Blues voice rising up, curling round.
SUNDAY: It has been so long since I kissed someone full on the lips I've almost forgotten how it feels. Only hints remain. I place my lips against the back of my hand to recall, but that's only a pale half-gesture. Even half? Is half a kiss a possible thing? To my mind it seems likely that it is not.