Saturday, 16 May 2009


There are no neat lines, no end stops, no numbers, no symmetry. Only minutes melting into minutes and sleep into wakefulness into sleep again. Pondering too much by half and feeling too little by half. Forgotten characters coming back to play leading roles in one big mental epic. Fact and horror fiction bearing uncanny resemblance. And new voices subsiding to a distant general buzz.


Giddija said...

You think too much! Take it easy Boot!

slackerninja said...

Wake up or you will fail. Yeah.