Minority of One

Blue Day

Today one of my colleagues was telling me about these two very handsome guys she’d seen while she’d been doing a walk over Mt Iron. It made me feel so alone. I’m such a funny wee man. I then, after school, and in the grey light of an oncoming storm, went for a run over the Mt Iron track, and I think I only did that to retrace the steps of those guys who my colleague had seen. At the summit (it’s not a mountain really, more of a hill) I just cried. Me and the mountains and the lake and the storm and my tears.


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