15.02.20. On the late night train out of Victoria with Magic Sam. We're heading back to what were once the suburbs, but now is just the thin wedge of south London, Croydon: the bogie smear of Surrey. The train has taken so long that we have ended up in the past or a version of … Continue reading dream diaries…82
12/01/20. Walking the village, bottom to top; from the palm of shops - the butcher, the baker, the barber, the bookshop, the (burnt-out) Broken Biscuit Co-op - up, up the length of high street, up, up the length of Old Lyme Road, to the quiet site, hidden in the fog, of Cliff House... * … Continue reading dream diaries… 78
Tegel Airport, Berlin. October 27th 2019. Tegel must have left a strong impression on me last year because I pass through the arrival gate, through the crowds, through the airport gleam with barely a thought or care for direction and, with the sliding doors shushing behind me, I am, once again, giddy with the almost … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
October 31st 2019. Claya R. is at the foot of the ladder. I am some rungs up, but not too many. There's a long way to go yet before I reach the window. The window is ajar. "If you just get in and then open the front door, let me in," she says. November … Continue reading dream diaries…73
August 12th 2019. A cramped and busy hair salon. It is furnished with many of those old primary school desks and companion wooden chairs that are far too small for an adult. Everyone is hunched over a desk and have to hold their own mirror up in front of them. It is noisy. The staff … Continue reading dream diaries…69
April 29th 2019 (Edinburgh) A hotel in southeast Asia. The white walls, window shutters & red roof tiles are wreathed in creepers. The sun and shadows play on the walls of a courtyard. There is an aura of old colonialism, faded. A long, white car, with sweeping wheel arches and running boards, idles on the … Continue reading dream diaries…63