05/07/20 Edinburgh, but not. I've been once for a weekend and it was aces: it remains now a city of love & luck. But this wasn't really that city and I've never been there with this person. Jess C & I are stood at the bottom of a steep granite staircase in Edinburgh. I recognise … Continue reading dream diaries…92
25.06.20 (Whyteleafe) We meet again, Jess C & I, in an empty multi storey car park in Birmingham. The air smells of petrol. Our footsteps echo through the concrete spaces, as do our voices. We are surprised to find each other here. The city is a vague, dark shape in the distance. "Last week I didn't … Continue reading dream diaries…91
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
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
20/05/20 Jill H is dancing to Brown Sugar at a party. She holds her sling backs in one hand, a wine glass in the other. As she sashays and dips the room around her begins to melt into a blur of warm orange and brown tones. She is the focus. 22/05/20 I am cutting hair … Continue reading dream diaries… 88
14/05/20 Thurston Moore was becoming tired of being told what he should or shouldn't do in the band. He began to give serious thought to going his own way. Lee was always on his case these days at rehearsals - "Hey, Thurston, turn it down a bit, mate. I can't hear myself think!" He was … Continue reading dream diaries… 87
