from SUNDAY diary (3)

GHOST, CAESAR, MORE SNOW, MOVING

I'm just a ghost wanderer who means nothing more than some cash or at times a curiosity; most of the time a ghost who can say: "I came, I saw, I kept going."

snow snow snow. now it's relaxed and drifts, the snowflakes are sitting on invisible rocking chairs sleepily falling down to the black grit street to join the water and rise to the sky and fall again as rain or snow or migrate to another city like I've done myself a few times in a few years. but sometimes i'm happy being like precipitation moving around landing in different spots only to rise and move again. I am snow and sometimes ice and sometimes I cause a car accident.