March 29, 2017

Heartbreak-Dialling

Cute guy walks through tram. Cool clothes. Like that style. What's wrong with this one?

He sits and seconds later he's having a screaming match with "Christy" over the phone. 
Louder and swearier and more exasperated by the moment.
He tells her he's embarrassing himself, but doesn't stop yelling, just escalates. 
He alights, telling his estranged paramour that he's embarrassed himself too much, and walks over to scream in a churchyard into the little flat box pressed to his ear.
 
Oh.

Made me realise how often I see men screaming, and often I catch women walking along crying. Separately. 
The men lash outwards, the women huddle their bodies in drips of quiet tears. 
I never understood the abandon of these people to show emotion so unguarded, until recently. 

These little phones can bring so much misery. 
Were we were more sad/angry before or after them?

March 12, 2017

Bottom Commenter

Someone comments on my cartoon on Instagram. 
I reply a typical quip, basically involving animals having sex in front of Satan.
Proud of my wording, I look at his profile.
He's 12. 
I delete my response.

March 3, 2017

Misty Morning

The cold sprinkle of misty morning
The sickly shades of bamboozled sky
The black wings that carve their way home
The pre-dawn day that's mine, all mine.