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
in an oaked corner of wild field, unzipped, I spilled into a belfast sink at the foot of the fort on Old Rothbury hill, a less than generous piss without thinking - a skein of hinny spittle and skinny sheep disease, stagnant spring rain, latticed silver wings, windfall twigs and orange leaves and, beneath this scum … Continue reading a sort of masterpiece.
01/06/20 The stems of red and orange summer flowers are artfully arranged in a glass vase by the window. The water is pale blue. Outside this room the street is empty, but for a black cat sat on the roof of a parked car, cleaning its paws. It appears to mumble to itself, but I … Continue reading dream diaries…89
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