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An Interlude

A new beginning. And… I can’t begin to make sense of the passage of time. It feels like I’ve forgotten something. Here, lie the words of another. Perhaps it’s time we try again.

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The trigger

“What do you think triggered it?” I am asked, repeatedly. “What do you think was the cause?” I’ve spent years asking myself the same question. Years in therapy, examining the routes and structures of my psyche, fruitlessly digging for some … Continue reading

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Premature

It’s too soon. Too soon to express, to spill my contents. We’re not there yet. Wounds still open, I have no perspective, no real sense of what this has cost. I can only theorise, make some wild guess at what … Continue reading

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Another dream.

In my dreams I am wild. Lost. Stumbling through the city at night, unhinged, unattached. There is something missing I cannot find. Torn between base desires and the knowledge that for whatever wrongs I have endured, I am still this … Continue reading

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A couple argues.

I wander the town, terrified to eat, confused, lost, unhappy. Wouldn’t it be nice to be someone else? Isn’t this the reason we welcome others into our lives? So that, for a time, in their presence we might be someone … Continue reading

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Exit.

I am little but eye here –¬†¬†watching the human being before me.

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A harbour at sunset.

I long for repetition. Let me retrace my steps. The past is corrupted. I must start again.

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Isn’t it always the case that the best of my writing occurs in some strange place between layers of reality, a nowhere hidden beneath the various lives I feign. Analysis and description of phrases uttered, words written and thoughts lost. … Continue reading

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Tomorrow.

It has taken me an hour to write up five hundred words of shit I’d compiled, extracted, during a frenzied, drunken night in a hotel room in Ramsgate several months ago. Sometimes I am ill-suited to write. The person… no. … Continue reading

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The setting sun

Sisters on a beach, beneath the setting sun. What more could you say?

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