ALE

I have lost some weight, but I miss my ale

Melody

I bought a mobile phone. I used to have one, but then it broke, and I lost the data card shortly afterwards. Anyway, it was the cheapest think on the market, was it pink or violet? It was crap, fortunately I didn’t have to use it much as nobody ever rang me, and I had a landline as well (no one phoned me on that line either, but I used it). Anyway, I displaced myself, and took the opportunity. I stormed into a phone shop, and got me-self a phone. I also bought the cheapest thing on the market it seems, but I guess France is doing so much better than the UK at the moment, it must stand as the explanation of my fortune. My phone is a nokia, and it is dark looking. But that is not the good thing about it. Somehow, as trends go, flourish and despair, I was under the impression that the fantastic tool that I was given with my first ever mobile phone (crap as well), the ‘composer’ had disappeared. The reason for this belief must surely be the addiction people seem to have taken to already made distinctive ring tones. In fact, it is quite likely that this is the main trend in the world today generally speaking (is that a good thing?). But the profusion of technological progress has adorned my new acquisition with the most valuable tool that I rate in mobile phones, the ability to let the owner compose the melody of the main and minor ring tones himself.

Interestingly, I am quite pleased with my first composition, whose very beginning seems to be growing up on me. I feel like it’s there all the time, ringing, in the chaos of the city’s sounds, mostly imperceptible, and I check my phone, and now my mind, as the obsession runs deeper, stronger, and more dangerous every day.

the ideal 2 1 as seen from the south