The Valium dulls and consciousness returns. The monotony of grey hell resumes.
The crew all disappeared. There were rumors of bodies hanging in the woods, gone by the time the police arrived. A pity.
My new book is underway.
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Monday, 30 January 2012
Notes: 30/01/2012
I found what looked like the remains of a tree today, in the hour or so I dared leave my sanctuary. It was like it had been hollowed while still standing, torn almost like a chair, with the wood in the middle gone entirely and only the layer of bark at the back.
It reminds me of a cocoon, emptied of its creator. Or an egg. What progeny it could yield to!
I was here seven days ago and this was any other tree in the forest. Named and presented before the gods before it's too late, I think idly.
I was reminded of a dream, though not one of mine own. I then retreated to the safety of my sanctuary. I do not think I shall re-emerge for some time.
It reminds me of a cocoon, emptied of its creator. Or an egg. What progeny it could yield to!
I was here seven days ago and this was any other tree in the forest. Named and presented before the gods before it's too late, I think idly.
I was reminded of a dream, though not one of mine own. I then retreated to the safety of my sanctuary. I do not think I shall re-emerge for some time.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Notes: 18/01/2012
Today I saw an old New York Times.
Haven't seen one here in years.
Takes me back.
They're blaming bears now. No sightings.
Haven't seen one here in years.
Takes me back.
They're blaming bears now. No sightings.
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