25/07 I discover a door in my flat and I step through it. It leads to a large garage. There are tools hung on nails on the walls as dad would do. There is the smell of petrol, of cut-wood. A washing machine rumbles and sudded water is leaking from beneath it. I have returned … Continue reading dream diaries…93
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. J.C & I are stood at the bottom of a steep granite staircase in Edinburgh. I recognise the … 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
