I had a long talk with John the other day about nothing in particular.

John and I never go beyond a how are you, how's your day and all. It was just a extended conversation of that sort.

It only seems like yesterday that I became acquainted with him.

Not that it's changed much.

We're not even friends but the baptist is like a landmark of growth, degeneration, patchwork and memories.

That Saturday at Prince of Wales, I met a man who's some artistic director and studying for a BA in film. I ended up sharing a cab back with him, I cant even remember his name.

He asked me for mine, and I told him my name's Jo, something people usually dont call me.

I just didnt want to subject my name to the knowledge a man whom I probably will never see again.