December 22, 2006

Martin, Suz and I shared a surreal breakfast in Cambridge: church basements filled with checkered tables; grannies serving apple cider and dumplings; lonely men demanding plastic bags. “Fucking fuck I need a fucking shopping!” The grannies had no choice but to comply.

We walked out of the church basement with our mouths full of sweetness and sadness. Cambridge was pretty sad too: birds languished on wires; loneliness dripped from abandoned buildings; dead roses flowed in the gutters; and someone cut down the legs of the man who pointed at his toes.

We searched the town for coffee and found instead overlyfriendly vendors in the market.

Elsewhere: You can find Martin’s entry here. Yay!