PROCRASTINATE

yet another day slowly saunters off in an easterly direction, carrying in its arms the promise of many things undone. small little things pile up in the corners of my living space, in the streets and within the minds of the post neo moderns. we are all cluttered, every one.
in the particular corner wherein i reside, kensington sprawls itself across the slow shuffle of the hyper aware interactives who mingle in a delicate mesh nurtured by this environment. meeting sue for roasted brew, breathing in ideal cafe, while the smoke is brewing, conversation simmering on the cusp of becoming. we engross ourselves in a puzzling metal link puzzle, hovering betwixt completion and frustration. in mid verse, a newly obsolete digital picture is taken by a student hopeful drawn to such things as my button adorned tuque. in between metal link one and link nearly off, we meet john, dark roast and cocoa. amanda affixed cappuccino before work. keiko and haruka strolling, cappuccino straight and coffee sugared and milked. one other i cannot recall. much too cold and time a wasted i leave for other things.
[Latin prcrstinre, prcrstint- : pr-, forward; see pro-1 + crstinus, of tomorrow (from crs, tomorrow).]