I woke up and the room was dark. The room was dark and peaceful. I had been dreaming about someone from the past - a friend I hadn't seen since twenty-fourteen or sometime thereabouts. She was working in that dream in a school, she was working in that dream behind the reception desk in a … Continue reading empty pages.
November 17th 2004 Crystal Palace 1 restring guitar 2 practice 3 fruit, veg, toilet roll 4 laundry 5 Pips (at school gates) 6 send article to NB 7 Santi 8 rent 9 bathe 10 be good, drink water, breathe [7/10] November 17th 2017 Whitley Bay Damp metro to West Monkseaton to record at Alan Mac's … Continue reading Notes From A Fragile Island. 5
she hands me a book and i say, i will return this someday (it's a line that people often phrase). i know that i won't, but i will lift her from the margin and the page and return the gift in different ways. i barely recall the tale's name but her hand, her footnotes, her annotation … Continue reading note to self.
