November 17 2018 (Whitley Bay)
A roadtrip at dawn. Long shadows of cactii & rocks.
Sat in the passenger seat of a blue Lincoln, speeding across the desert.
My legs are stretched out in the footwell. My boots are dusty.
The dust from the road blows up & over the windscreen.
Tuning in the radio. It is static. So I start humming.
November 18 2018
A written exam. All around me in the large hall there is the whirr of pencil on paper. I have finished, so I lay my head on the stack of paper on my desk & rest. There is a window at the far end of the hall. I am watching the leaves falling from the trees. They blow around on the breeze. The sky is orange & yellow & blue.
November 19 2018
James Lavelle releases a 7″ single on Mo Wax. The postman delivers it to my door. I have to sign for it. There is a tiny message written into the run-out groove. I hold the vinyl up to the light in the kitchen, turning the record this way & that, trying to catch the words in the light.
Laughing – because I’d forgotten all about messages written in run-out grooves. What a great way to correspond!