soy in espana. this place is beautiful, but i'm covered in dust.



so yesterday i got thinking about airports. i just thought, wow, they're really strange places. once you're through the security barrier with your little plastic pouch with your toothpaste in you enter a sort of no-man's land, a sealed-off plastic pouch of space that holds you until it is time to go into the air. no-one can get in unless they've been sanitised, and most people leave this space via the sky. it's all bizarre if you think about it.



yesterday i saw a man on the tube who totally fascinated me. he looked like a made-up person. he was tall and Chinese and was wearing all grey apart from his shoes, which were black and clean and made of some sort of hi-tec breathable trainer-type material (i found these shoes very interesting). his grey trousers were a little too short and rode up slightly to reveal his socks. he was wearing a carefully ironed grey le coq sportif polo neck. when he got into the tube he didn't look at anyone and moved to sit in the seat opposite me. he then unzipped his rucksack very carefully and removed from it a book on mathematics which he proceeded to read contently for the duration of his journey. he was engrossed. i found myself siezed by an inexplicable desire to know more about this man's spartan world of numbers and neatness.



yesterday i read Banana Yoshimoto's Lizard in one sitting. what an evocative, provocative writer! at some points i found myself utterly moved by her sentences.

i have to go, anyway.