Say Goodbye.

I wonder whether she’s praying, or meditating, and whether she’s prone to impatience, but the 01:01 train arrives before I work it out. It takes four minutes to depart; four minutes to expose the translucent creature perched in her place. 

I am forced to remember it back again. The Sellotape-tear of flesh.

Coming off antidepressants has been comparable to ‘coming off’ Mum, which I have been doing concurrently.

I was caught like a fishhook / in the soft dab of my lower lip.

I am forced to remember it back again. The Sellotape-tear of flesh.

There’s nothing particularly beautiful about the train station.

Saunders waded even deeper. This time he floated on his stomach, observing through the transparent pool floor a flock of people who were most likely unaware that he was their omniscient god.

I love my Digi-cam

In her novels and private correspondence, the gap was narrowed. What was human became animal and what was animal became human.

Nothing comes from nothing, And so Prometheus toiled: I must change your life.

For the first time in years, he decides to stop digging.

Today Milan Kundera died; and forty years ago, a different student entered his world of middle-aged fever-dreams.

We are player, viewer, voyeur, flaneur, spectator, and character all at once.

I am terror, peril, and spectre, all at once.

what it is to become a dream.

The mountains will bare themselves and our hands will receive.

As hard as I try to remember, from no part of my being can I summon a reason for me being here.

Generally speaking, I came out pretty well! Well, except my brain fell out of my head.

Ohm // ohm // ohm