Checking, double checking and now triple checking, flicking and balling dust, attempts to locate a simple yellow envelope are proving quite the exercise in frustration met with futility. And above all this, the lingering despair of fear, recently fresh from standing over the dead body of hope and salvation.
Months on from the simple cast off, the envelope contains but the simplest of things as gifts. A gift voucher for a lo-fi hi-fi store. Gift vouchers, like money only weaker and far more prone to dying an ignored death than real heroin in the ink dollar notes.
No pleasure then in coming across the sight and scrumple of a five dollar note. Years under the synthetic nuisance of carpet and right between hiding and recycling.
The lost envelope, ticking away until October's expiration. Six months from here, reasonably far away and yet, at this rate of bare evidence, not far away enough.
Soon Van - Monday, 27 March 2006 - 16:59
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