Time takes a cigarette

Not one for melancholy. More one for action.

Not one with a lot a patience for self indulgent reflection. It’s past ten pm in London and I’m sat at my desk with an empty wine glass betraying my only remaining New Year’s resolution. Headphones on, playing Ziggy Stardust. Lights down. Chill in the air. Sad.

Couldn’t listen to the radio today. Self indulgent tribute bollocks from people that felt the need to say something.

Better to say less. 

Better to stumble across the road.

But the day breaks instead, so you hurry home.