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
March 19th 2019 In a cave, the sunlight fills the opening far behind me. It illuminates the walls. Charcoal & berry juice & ochre depictions of hunt scenes. There are plates of pink gold or red copper half-buried in the walls. The occupants of old were alchemists. March 21st 2019 Scrabbling around in the crawlspace … Continue reading dream diaries…62
September 22nd 2018. Mik T has his left hand wrapped in swathes of bandage from his knuckles to his wrist. Typically of him it is messy & grubby & badly applied. He also jots betting tips on it in pen. He says he has a sure winner at the 4.30 at Brighton & it's … Continue reading dream diaries…39
September 19th 2018. Nick B has had his hair cut; nothing strange there. However, he's had a rather striking bleach job, too! He reminds me of an early 1970s Michael Caine - though, I can't recall seeing him with such a hair style. "It's not such a brilliant job," says Nick B. "I have … Continue reading dream diaries…38
September 16th 2018 Writing a letter to Rob W. to thank him for the CD artwork he designed for me. He has an odd fascination with Albert Eichmann, so I decide to include a photograph of him that I find in a magazine. The photograph turns out to be too big to include in … Continue reading dream diaries…37
September 13th 2018. Walking around a charity shop in a strange town. I have a copy of Hammer of The Gods, the Led Zeppelin book, in my back pocket. I'm about 3/4 of the way through it. September 14th 2018. Philip A is angry. Angry at the world. Angry at himself. He … Continue reading dream diaries…36
