6/04/20 The power supply cable to the computer begins to fall to pieces in my hands - the plastic coating sheds, revealing the tiny wires beneath. Then, the wires liquefy and pour through my fingers until all that is left is a sticky puddle on the carpet. I prod it with my toe and it … Continue reading dream diaries… 84
17/03/20 "She will piss fart a squirrel, defying all logic." Caroline P has started speaking in this ridiculous, nonsensical 3rd person fashion. This, I assume at first, is because she is drunk on gin. However, after some time I begin to question this theory and wonder instead that this is merely the way she speaks … Continue reading dream diaries…83.
15.02.20. On the late night train out of Victoria with Magic Sam. We're heading back to what were once the suburbs, but now is just the thin wedge of south London, Croydon: the bogie smear of Surrey. The train has taken so long that we have ended up in the past or a version of … Continue reading dream diaries…82
