3:10pm 20.05.16
Realisation two steps later that the tiny puddle of syrup passed outside the doors of the emergency room was blood
3:16pm 20.05.16
Realisation that the blood was still wet
3:14pm
Pressing skinned knees into the tram floor to retrieve an empty iced tea bottle. My tram voice is louder than it used to be
4pm 21.05.16
K, G and I follow a trail of blood from a creep kicked out of G's neighbour's house. We debate the projectile capacity of veins vs arteries
3:15 pm 27.05.16
There's a hole in one of my gorman socks. I do a mental catalogue of everything by the brand that I own and realise I'm a much bigger sucker than I thought
3:46pm 01.06.16
A girl tells her mother about her school friends cracking a dead crab open with a boogieboard
(uncatalogued: several days of passing the emergency room doors and noticing the puddle of blood is dried now, dark red, never cleaned. Fondness for the word 'biohazard')
