The films he watches
define him
and have been
for years
he realises
one night while
questioning himself
in relation
to the characters
on screen
‘They are shaping
me,’ he thinks,
‘They are my
sculptors, I am
a block of stone,
that’s heavy.’
I ate a mushroom and waited for things to get going and they certainly did. First the road we were on suddenly […]
In utero and flying around away from all the sweat and heaving air of all these people, this life. Shambala comes to […]
She’s staring into space, it must be black, he thinks, black and full of swirly things, her questions. He wants to ask […]
Daylight dies it was never really here just greylight and fog and mist and I’m back here […]
