the walls are caving in...

i felt like christopher in the curious incident of the dog in the night-time
on his journey alone via the train to his mum's place
like there was a balloon inside my chest
except that i couldn't do mental math formulas to placate myself
and something was really going to burst within me if i didn't get myself out of the room

so i took the other half of the day off
took a bus that brought me to town
hoping that perhaps i might find solace at the malls

when retail therapy didn't work for me i wondered aimlessly
and found myself in the comfort of the kino bookstore at taka
i embarked on my journey within the store starting at the magazine section
there was nothing there for me today
but this was my oasis, and i had faith
there were still shelves and shelves of other offerings to satiate me
was most satisfied to have found a japanese book on tatting for ma
this is quite a remote form of craft so it was really quite a joy to find a book on it


and i got myself these 3 other books to add to the shelf kk made
where i dedicated one corner for all my-favourite-books


it was still sunny and warm on the bus ride home
as i lugged my bag of loot home
it felt really good to be away from that cold intense room

i should seriously reconsider my options...