Vacuosity

Fear monger

Something has been bothering me for some time, and yesterday's entry has brought it naggingly back.

The house I grew up in until I turned twelve, was on a dingy residential street just out of the beaches, on Craven Road. You literary types will know that "craven" means something along the lines of "contemptibly cowardly". I know there's some sort of poetic symetry there, I just can't pinpoint it.

It just seems a strange thing to name your street, even if it was the guy's name (you know, like Wes). Isn't that getting the whole block off to a bad start?

posted by David @ 11:38 p.m.