Back to the mediocrity I enjoy so much. Tripped gaily into town today with K^r and J². Purchased new music to satisfy the craving I have to listen to something new I can obsess about. New (old) Rammstein CD and something from a group called "Lunachicks". Looks like fun and sounds alright too.

I was walking along against the tide of traffic and, as sometimes happened, I suddenly realised that all these people were that: people. I realised that I was looking out of my head, existing in my universe, and they were all doing the same thing. We were all isolated incidents, brushing past each other. I wondered how I looked through their eyes. I wondered if they wondered about me.

Window shopping, we passed a window display of torsos displaying their backs. Their wrists were brought together behind their backs. I thought they looked like they'd been tied up, although there were no restraints on those plastic wrists. I wondered if this was some sort of fetishist subliminal advertising, or if I was just strange.

All things considered, probably the latter.