(Written in September 2008) I put off writing the whole weekend because I had too much to say, when I tried to put it into words, they just upped and wriggled away off the page. I tried speaking about it – I thought that saying it aloud would clarify my feelings, and separate the crowd […]
March 2007: It seems, in reality, I am just an aesthete, Too tightly wrapped in troublesome meat, Spend most of my time just dousing the fires Of arcane earthy needs and whining desires.
How many times has it happened that two people, shored up in their separate hurts like stony-walled castles, find themselves thrown together, and they say: “Oh, I don’t believe in love” “No-one can breach MY high walls” “Hah, I’ll never fall for THAT again” Only to find that suddenly the space between them is gone, […]
Your memory can play games with you, if you give it enough time. In my mind it was always four Ford Capris – three red and one light blue, and four boys named Chris. But now, when I sit down to capture the story in a paper net, I can only remember the names of […]