September 19th 2019.
Rising up out of Monument metro station. The steps are greasy. The final strains of some saxophone jazz. There is a dead wasp on a step. It has lost almost all colour. When I reach Grey Street the sax noise falls away and I see that it came from a tape machine – Revox 1/2″ – on the pavement. The tape flicks round and round on the spool.
September 20th 2019.
I am drinking red wine on the banks of the Spree.
Jayne L is with a girl, a round faced girl. The girl wears a flesh coloured turtleneck jumper and a mad dog strains at a lead wrapped around her hand. Jayne L is aloof. She does not say hello. As I pass them I say, “You should always be careful about wearing flesh coloured clothes. It does no one any favours.” They ignore this remark, but the dog becomes quiet and sort of nods in agreement.
September 21st 2019.
Brighton. Nick B is full of energy. He runs into the surf, diving into the breakers. He is almost fishlike! When he comes out of the water he produces a phone from his swimming costume. He stands on the beach and makes prank phonecalls.
He phones a florist.
“If I was jealous what flowers should I send?”
(the answer, apparently, is daisies)