I'm not crying, you're crying. Actually, I'm writing in floods of tears on a dead platform to an audience of no-one. All is clearly well. It is of course all a question of luck, thinking of all the money I've frittered on the lottery brings that home to me now, not my vacation in Mexico. … Continue reading On everything.
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Scorched Earth
Walking back here for the first time, I think, in years. There are corpses laid out, hands to the sky, asking why? Why would I return? Why did I leave? How did I get here?Un-imposed silence here connotes noise elsewhere. A separate channel. This is true, however, it's the noise of a prison. A monotonous, … Continue reading Scorched Earth
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