March 2009
3 posts
23/03
My eyesight is getting worse. I can’t quite make out the book at the end of my arm. I am in the shower, reading a 20p copy of Water From The Sun, and have terrible déjà vu: The phrase ‘Culture Club’ in said book; a conversation about the merits of Joint Honours degrees with respect to the normal kind; the smell of cinnamon-and-rice soap.
I know it’s impossible, because I...
15/03
Remembered snippets from a dream:
‘Cut out the crap’, they say. An inch off the plate is an inch off your waist. Don’t have your cake and eat it. I eat and I eat and I eat. I swim in it; I wallow. I’m an animal in a dirt bath. I collect the tabs off teabags, and the lids from bottles of coke. I have boxes of discarded labels and the cellophane from sandwich wrappers. In my house as in my...