20/05/20 Jill H is dancing to Brown Sugar at a party. She holds her sling backs in one hand, a wine glass in the other. As she sashays and dips the room around her begins to melt into a blur of warm orange and brown tones. She is the focus. 22/05/20 I am cutting hair … Continue reading dream diaries… 88
14/05/20 Thurston Moore was becoming tired of being told what he should or shouldn't do in the band. He began to give serious thought to going his own way. Lee was always on his case these days at rehearsals - "Hey, Thurston, turn it down a bit, mate. I can't hear myself think!" He was … Continue reading dream diaries… 87
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
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
6/04/20 The power supply cable to the computer begins to fall to pieces in my hands - the plastic coating sheds, revealing the tiny wires beneath. Then, the wires liquefy and pour through my fingers until all that is left is a sticky puddle on the carpet. I prod it with my toe and it … Continue reading dream diaries… 84
17/03/20 "She will piss fart a squirrel, defying all logic." Caroline P has started speaking in this ridiculous, nonsensical 3rd person fashion. This, I assume at first, is because she is drunk on gin. However, after some time I begin to question this theory and wonder instead that this is merely the way she speaks … Continue reading dream diaries…83.
