17/08/19 Yesterday, on the way to pick up Spanish Iain, a pigeon suddenly slammed into the windscreen with a dull, solid and terminal thud. The bird came out of nowhere and was gone, over the roof, before either of us fully realised what had happened. Of course, there was nothing to be done and Malcolm … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
July 8th 2019. I've been sleeping along with my brothers in a small, upstairs bedroom in an unfamiliar terraced house. Dad is downstairs. He is making a lot of noise in the kitchen. "Come on! Get up!" He is in a strange mood. I shuffle around the house in a blue sleeping bag quite disoriented. … Continue reading dream diaries…68
January 29th 2019 A heavily tattooed hairstylist. She slides the scissors through a sheet of clamped, damp hair. Her arms are blocked in buttery & blue ink hues. January 31st 2019 A vast iron & glass & stone railway station. I am descending a great swathe of steps that lead from the street to the … Continue reading dream diaries…57
