High Noon

I don't pre-read anymore.
And I don't know what I want to be anymore.

But I'm loving this music and in the mood for a zesty jive on a black and white checkered floor at Fenner's Restaurant.

I like bussing and studying the faces of the people around me. Is time of the essence? We're on the commute to nowhere. I'm just amazed with the complexity of the individual - so organic. Book in hand, but I'm absorbed in reading the lines on the face of the man beside me... the pretty-faced woman and the chap with a slightly dented nose.

I wonder what the next chapter tomorrow will be about.