in the light play between the john street beeches i thought i caught a glimpse of you.but that couldn't be rightand is only half true. will I ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)? i am a mystery, as you are to me; but we've both been 23, and therein lies the … Continue reading will i ever sleep again (and if i do will i dream of you)?
30/07 [One summer's afternoon in the late 1970s, myself and Paul _?_ took his mother's dinghy out onto the bay. They lived in a small first floor flat just behind the harbour. The boat, a fibreglass tortoise shell shaped thing with a 50cc prop engine that could be clamped onto the stern, was kept in … Continue reading dream diaries…94
25/07 I discover a door in my flat and I step through it. It leads to a large garage. There are tools hung on nails on the walls as dad would do. There is the smell of petrol, of cut-wood. A washing machine rumbles and sudded water is leaking from beneath it. I have returned … Continue reading dream diaries…93
05/07/20 Edinburgh, but not. I've been once for a weekend and it was aces: it remains now a city of love & luck. But this wasn't really that city and I've never been there with this person. Jess C & I are stood at the bottom of a steep granite staircase in Edinburgh. I recognise … Continue reading dream diaries…92
25.06.20 (Whyteleafe) We meet again, Jess C & I, in an empty multi storey car park in Birmingham. The air smells of petrol. Our footsteps echo through the concrete spaces, as do our voices. We are surprised to find each other here. The city is a vague, dark shape in the distance. "Last week I didn't … Continue reading dream diaries…91
07/06/20 I don't recall the staircase bannisters to the front door being painted teal or even the walls blush-orange. I like it. I don't recall feeling the sanded pineboards beneath my bare feet before. I like it. The sunlight pours oblong-shaped through the letter box onto the floor. I am delighted (delighted!) and (as ever) … Continue reading dream diaries…90