Said ‘goodbye’ to Petunia Jack. His time had come.
A stack of audio tapes (close on 100 Maxells, TDKs etc) thrown out this morning. Some were close on 20 years old. Travel companions. Historic documents. Formulators of personality. Am I being rash?
On bicycle for the journey into work. A quote by H.G. Wells: 'When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race.'
An old fashioned safe discarded on the street. The security lock removed, the paint peeling. If I open the door what might be inside? I plump for the idea that a staircase resides within, making its way into a subterranean world, small groups of neighbours and societies hiding out. Waiting. Which reminds me: at 7am my neighbours in the flat above sound like they are dragging heavy weights across the kitchen floor, wheezing as they do so.
Basra: a flaming Warrior armoured car with warriors falling out aflame.
Aristophanes offered this myth: that we were once all double creatures each with two heads, four arms, two torsos, four legs etc. and that the gods split us in two for our early impertinence. Since then we have been literally looking for our ‘other halves’.
5th day of waiting for a replacement debit card.
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