25/04/20 I rent a small, dark room opposite East Croydon station (as is now: glass, steel, pigeons pecking fast food discard, noise) and I start cutting hair there. The room is situated on the ground level of what has been known variously over the years as the Threepenny building, the Fifty pence building, the Wedding … Continue reading dream diaries… 86
if i can, with a glance, find focus in this disarray, it may be in the raising of the glass that we sip or your eyes as they lift to mine, gazing on your lips smiling and dismayed.
16/04/20 She works at an Our Price record shop. She wears a white shirt with a little rectangle badge on the breast that reads V. Ward. Of course, I recognise her long before I am close enough to read the badge. We hug. "I thought you were a teacher." "Oh, not yet," she says. "Not … Continue reading dream diaries… 85
