September 19th 2019. Rising up out of Monument metro station. The steps are greasy. The final strains of some saxophone jazz. There is a dead wasp on a step. It has lost almost all colour. When I reach Grey Street the sax noise falls away and I see that it came from a tape machine … Continue reading dream diaries…72
September 15th 2019 P. Brady is working in Tynemouth on a building site. It is a pleasant surprise to see him in a local bar one night. He hasn't changed in nearly 25 years. As the last bell sounds I ask him what he's doing in the morning - I'm playing a gig on the … Continue reading dream diaries… 71.
09/09/19 A fan of numerology? I suppose, post-event, I am. Although the science just doesn't add up, I'm always happy to find frisson and thrill in the noticing of numbers when and if they appear to credit such a sensation - which, I admit, is often. (The same goes for words/the appearance of people, et … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
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