When a seal is removed there is very little chance the contents will ever be the same.
I was at my usual cafe-sunday mode flouncing round bleary-eyedness and second-gear expressions, i wanted today to be memorable enough so that i can recount the ways.
An amazing chocolate mousse cake, coffee, cloudy-lemonade
"what makes it cloudy?"
"i don't know, it just comes like that"

Books, insurmountable printed paper, a catacomb of ideas indexed along creaking floorboards. Attitude, lots of it at inappropriate moments and a woman with a lorraket ontop of her head. Another character floating by in an epileptic stream.

A woman harassing passers-by for money, charity she proclaimed to Jess, peters Microsoft-friend, "no, thanks he sheepishly replied , i turn round to experience harassment only to be ignored by her.
Charity has abandoned me.

We lurched from one end of town to the other eventually settling down at 'Lounge' bohemian cafe/bar with excessive Sydney attitude and demi-fashionites.
Drinks, nicotine and more drinks... Sitting round being visually raped by provocative pictures from Debs mobile phone.
Laughter, dusk and knowing we will never be the same again before the new week ends.

Will i remember these people? will i pass them in the street unnoticed?
or will we become ashened pages on a mountain of memories.