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I rent three small rooms. The north sea rattles the windows. I hum a vague melody. I pocket paper and treasure found in the street. I count every magpie, last tally, they numbered 10. I cut hair.
These are a few of my favourite things:
Filling up notebooks and scissoring ‘zines.
Collage, pasta, ginger, broccoli (steamed).
Laughter, to-do lists and handwritten mail.
My Brompton, Nabokov, wild camping, Lou Reed.
Watering the houseplants, hiking and dreams.
Patti Smith’s ‘Horses’ & four-track recording.
Dylan, charity shops, being alcohol-free.
Tall stories, short stories, blueberries, cheese.
Frances Bellerby & Eno, lighthouses, tea.
Low tide, Rob Pollard, Tom Drury, Berlin.
Walt Whitman, Seinfeld, long baths and The Fall.
Scrambled eggs, slim women, Peter Cook and my friends.
The truth is in the margins.
I hope this goes some way toward an introduction > Dead Fox In Mid Seventies.
Follow your nose.